Saturday, November 27, 2010
Denied: A story of turkey leftovers pilfered by loved ones
The detriment to going to a relative's house for the Thanksgiving holiday is that you don't have leftovers the next day. By lunch the day after Thanksgiving, Darr and I were fighting some serious turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy cravings. So I called (rather reluctantly because I felt like a total tool) Darr's sister to see if we could come and raid their fridge. They had, after all, two turkeys, a ham, one huge platter of mac n' cheese and one of broccoli au gratin, a serious mound of fluffy mashed potatoes, corn, and rolls. And what does Jyla proceed to tell me? Her mother-in-law and Darr's dad had both already been by and pilfered their leftovers. Drat.