For some reason, today I roasted a turkey. Then I made gravy from the drippings. Then I made turkey noodle soup from the bones. The three people besides me that eat in this house, if they had their druthers they'd just eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches. And I wasn't in the mood for turkey and gravy. So I went out to the garage and dug out my feezer safe canning jars. I filled eight jars with soup. I filled three jars with gravy. I had eight or nine baggies of turkey. I put it all next to the three tupperwares of minestrone soup I made yesterday. I put my turkey with all of its trimmings in the freezer in the garage because my kitchen freezer was full of the black beans, hummus and bread I made a couple of weeks ago.
Let the end of the world come now. I'm ready.
Well, I mean I'm ready once I finish the dishes. Sigh.
5 comments:
It looks like Christmas Dinner is already. We just need to make a pie and some apple cake.
Oops--I meant all ready.
That's what I was thinking when I got to the end of the process. With my small kitchen, it will be nice to just need to make some rolls and the desserts for Christmas.
Oh, JessicaP, I was tired just reading about your adventures in the kitchen. I wish I were a cook, I mostly read and follow recipes, it really is mostly read. I'd like to do like you and just go into the kitchen and whip up some thing fabulous but then I think about it and decide 'maybe not'. Bravo for you, you won't have to worry about dinner for a few days!
Recipe reading is so doggone fun. I could do it for long periods of time if life wasn't going on around me. That is one of many things I'd like a pause button for.
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