Monday's turkey was seventeen pounds plus stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Yesterday, we ate left-overs all day and then...
... I made two turkey pot pies and cut up the rest of the turkey meat to freeze. We also froze the carcass for making soup at some point in the future. I love the way one meal makes many meals. Turkey pot pie is not something I grew up with. A friend shared her tradition and it makes wonderful sense of left overs. The pie shell is purchased. I have no idea how to make pie crust and I'm not sure I'll ever learn although I intend to work on my cooking skills in the next year.
Margy has talked so much about these two cookbooks - Jerusalem and Plenty - that I wanted to give them a try as part of another goal within a bigger goal. Right now, I need to focus even more strongly on meeting my own emotional needs (self-care) and on making my world bigger only not everything I would like to do is doable because money is an issue however... we do need to eat... and since we're already eating... and already cooking... it seemed to me that learning how to cook a wider, more interesting variety of dishes was an attainable goal.
My daughter likes to watch cooking shows, read cookbooks, and try new recipes. I find this interesting from two perspectives - the first being that a fascination with cooking is a foreign concept to me and the second being that cooking as a creative outlet wasn't how she was raised. In our house it wasn't thank you God for the food, it was thank God for food. LOL - actually I'm a really good cook but my repertoire is quite traditional and I'm typically detoured by fabric possibilities only I want to work at cooking and when I hear what Jessica is making for dinner or the recipes she's trying this week, it's inspiring. This is good.
Switching subjects - you would not believe how hard it was to buy my grandson a Christmas sleeper. He's almost eight months old now and it seemed like either there weren't any in that store (Wal-Mart - not a single Christmas sleeper after I'd braved the hoards...) or they were either in smaller or bigger sizes. This striped suit with Santa feet was one of the only 9 month sleepers I could find. Luckily, it's cute but not as cute as...
... the little boy wearing it. Yesterday morning, he and his Mom came to Starbucks with me. Although I didn't journal, Starbucks in the morning is part of my regular routine so my daughter and I spent an hour drinking coffee and chatting while my grandson chewed and slobbered all over my necklace, pulled on my hair, and yanked off my glasses. Naturally... I loved it. Today... we'll do it again and then I think we're looking for curtain fabric for his new room - FUN ! ! ! ! - although it's starting to snow so it might be more of a curl up by the fire and read kind of day. We'll see after coffee.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - cute suits and slobbering grandsons