I mentioned in an earlier blog post that for our fall/winter GrowDammit crop we planted collards, swiss chard and brussel sprouts in the flower garden near the deck in hopes that this would deter the wildlife from using them for supper. No such luck. Something has been chomping away on them.
The other night, Farmer Ted was in the garage and heard something munching. He grabbed a flashlight and went to investigate. Who was the culprit?
Here’s who he found feasting away…
The hell Rufus?
Dealing with the leftovers. What do you do on Day 3? Turkey Tetrazzini? Turkey Stroganoff? Turkey Soup? Turkey Pot Pie? Not us. We make Thanksgiving Garbage Plate. Which is to say, we take all of the leftovers and make them into a glorious leftover casserole. We don’t even try to disguise the fact that you are eating the same meal all over again.
First, line your pie plate with leftover stuffing. In our case cornbread sausage stuffing.
Then, we layer on leftover mashed po’s and gravy.
Or, with leftover jalapeno cheese grits casserole.
Top with chopped collards, turkey and more gravy.
Really, you can layer it anyway you want.
Throw it in the oven at 350 until it is bubbly. Then enjoy your feast. This is the spawn’s preferred method because there is nothing like carbs on bread…
On a sandwich. With a layer of greenbean casserole on bottom and cranberry sauce on top for condiments.
Tonight is the Clemson-Carolina game. Go Cocks. I’ll be watching and decorating.
We have an 18 1/2 pound turkey. For two. That’s right folks, it will be only Farmer Ted and I for tomorrow night’s feast as the spawn will be elsewhere (don’t worry we will send them off with a Thanksgiving breakfast). I present The Feast, which thus far consists of…
And, depending on my mood tomorrow there may be an addition. What can I say? We like leftovers.
If you read the blog last year and are astute, then you will notice the one dish that is missing from the menu which makes a hypocrite of me. If you didn’t read the blog last year, or you are not astute, then you can read about what is missing here.
Since we don’t have a shitton of family descending upon us this year, maybe we will get some pictures of the food.
Also, only one of my neighbors has Christmas lights up and lit this year. I can’t stand when people jump the gun on holidays and decorating. One at a time people is my motto.It’s like my prayers to the holiday gods were answered. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or scared.
Happy Turkey Day Y’all!
Today, while I was at work I missed a phone call from the eldest spawn. So, I texted him to find out what was up.
I called Ted to see if the house was filled with carbon monoxide. No answer.
Then, I called the eldest spawn. Even though he is obviously clueless that he might want to be slightly concerned.
Me: What the hell?
Eldest Spawn: I’m pretty sure it’s just the battery.
Me: What if it isn’t? It didn’t occur to you to crack a window or something?
Eldest Spawn: Don’t worry Mom. We aren’t going to die from carbon monoxide.
Me: Go open the back door to let air in until I can get home.
The spawn argue with each other about who is going to open the back door.
Me: I have a meeting, please someone just open the damn door.
The spawn argue some more.
Me: You’d better open that door, so you don’t die before I can get home and strangle you.