I am sick to death of leftovers. Sick… to… death. If I never eat another heritage turkey again, I can’t say I’ll be disappointed. No matter how much homemade cranberry sauce you eat it with, turkey gets a little old when you’ve been eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for, oh, I don’t know… four days straight. Of course, by next year I’ll have forgotten all about the horror of leftovers and go through the whole silly ritual all over again.
Note to self: next year make ten pounds of pie instead of turkey. Leftover problem solved.
