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It's A Mystery

I just finished doing my absolutely least favorite part of Thanks- giving ... cleaning the carcass and clarifying the broth for the Annual Turkey Soup.

If men really knew where turkey soup and children came from, they wouldn't want either of them.


Blogger Doug said...

You don't have to know much to not want children or turkey soup.

1:38 PM

Blogger ariel said...

LOL Mireille!!

I love egg anyway.

1:57 PM

Blogger TLP said...

Teehee! I just pitched the carcass today. I save it and pretend that I'm going to do something with it...and then I throw it away.

Same thing every year. I don't know how I can fool myself year after year into thinking that this year I will really make that soup. Ain't never gonna happen.

But, ya know, it doesn't seem right to throw away perfectly good stuff. You need to wait until it looks "iffy" or moldy. Then it's okay to junk it.

4:27 PM

Blogger Trina said...

LOL! Luckily, DH being from a family of strong Southern female cooks, he knows exactly where it comes from and how to make it himself (the soup, I mean!). He made some fabulous turkey and dumplings last weekend with the carcass :~D

12:44 PM

Blogger tsduff said...

I think that day ought to be named National Turkey Soup Day, as I made soup with the big carcass too! Picked out the billion-plus myriad of tiny bones, and man o man did my house ever smell divine with that rich turkey soup smell... Men just enjoy the spoils and pleasures... not the work of children and soup!

10:52 AM

Blogger tsduff said...

ps: I hope you are still standing after your horrendous storms!!

10:54 AM

Blogger mireille said...

tsduff! Yes, we're the lucky ones ... I feel sorry for the people who weren't. xoxo

7:32 PM


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