As I mentioned before, I wasn't able to head home to Ohio for Thanksgiving and so I spent the day with my friend Ana and her family. The dinner was by all accounts fabulous, and dessert was even better (though I barely had room!). Never again will I complain about having to do anything labor-intensive after eating a massive Thanksgiving dinner prepared by a woman who is 7+ months pregnant. Seriously, I don't know how she did it. Did I mention she also has an adorable 2-year old and that there were 3 other little ones running around? Such are the superpowers of moms. I offered my help multiple times, but it seems superwoman and her equally super husband were able to pull off a delicious dinner and a happy family gathering with ease. Many thanks for a great day with family, friends, and satisfying comfort food.
Now the days after Thanksgiving can often be a let down from the big day. All the extensive preparations are over, the 20-pound turkeys have (almost) been devoured, and that annoying aunt or uncle has finally left the premises for good (or at least until Christmas). In the silence that follows, many people can feel lonely and nostalgic while others start to get into full-on Christmas mode. Me?? I feel a little bit of both; after Thanksgiving I indulged myself and started my Christmas baking and also soothed myself with soup (and also shopping, but we don't need to talk about that-or look at those receipts-just yet).
When I was having dinner at Ana's place, I was secretly hoping that there would be enough turkey left so that I could take some home to make myself at least one bowl of soup; however, I was in for a big treat because there were loads of turkey left over! Score! So there I was, helping myself to my portion of leftovers, when Ana's husband called his brother over to help him get the turkey carcass into a bag. I assumed they were bagging it up to keep in the fridge, and I continued shoveling my loot (aka turkey) into a container. When John took the bag and said, "Ok, into the trash!" I screeched out, "Waaaait! I will take it home!" Ana, John, and his brother all looked at me for a minute like I was crazy. "I will use it to make turkey stock," I explained. They still looked at me like I was crazy. (You don't think I am crazy, right?)