Thanksgiving was last week and if you traveled over the river and through the woods to visit “Grandma’s house” you're probably back home and have been gradually tapping the final stash of leftovers from the take-home goodies Grandma gave you: turkey, gravy, dressing, cranberry sauce, rolls, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie.
But if you're the grandma you've probably got a Ziploc bag of leftovers in your fridge screaming at you to be creative with its contents. But what do you do with one dried out turkey leg, part of a wing and bits and pieces of light and dark meat? Most of the good stuff went to your kids and their families.
That's what happened in my house, and I questioned myself why I didn't give it all away. I'm sick of turkey!
I asked Nelly (my inner child).
“So, are you the one who decided to keep some of the turkey when I was making up the “to go” boxes?”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because I like the drumstick and I didn’t get to have one on Thanksgiving because you said the real kids would want them and then they didn’t even take one but Pa Pa Gary ate one.”
“So, when you saw the other one was left, you put it in the bag to keep?”