Let’s all take a deep breath and remember one thing: Innocent until proven guilty.
All right, so today, wait, first of all–our tree is FINALLY up and decorated. Last family on the street again! Our streak is unbroken since moving here three years ago! Woo Hoo! Let’s hear it for consistency! Let’s hear it for diversion because I’m avoiding this story!
After a nice afternoon of tree decorating, I decided to whip up one of my gourmet dinners because I love those boys soooo much. I didn’t have the proper French region of Brie for the souffle I was planning to make so I foraged for an alternative five-star entrée. Deep in the back of our immaculately organized refrigerator:I found left over turkey, dressing and gravy. Before you give me the shocked face while pointing at the calendar, rest assured that it passed the smell and taste test and the terriers weren’t running away when I took it out.
I blopped everything in a big sauce pan, added salt and pepper and a box of rice pilaf and some chicken broth and set it to simmer. May I add that I decided against the green beans? Not just because they were grey beans; they would have diminished the presentation and made it, to quote my older son, “Look like prison food”.
A good meal can’t be rushed so I let things simmer for about an hour, maybe three–definitely enough time to kill Listeria, salmonella, legionella and botulism. It certainly smelled good–the taste was perhaps a bit off, but nothing a lot of pepper couldn’t remedy.
I called the boys to dinner, always a treasured sight to watch them approach the table like deer edging out of the forest.
“What is it?” my youngest son asked, staring at the steaming bowls of tan. Why does everything I make turn tan?
“Turkey soup/stew! Without beans!” That was as good as I could make it sound.
All three heads turned to the calendar.
“Turkey from Thanksgiving?” asked my younger son.
“Do you think it’s safe to eat?” asked my husband. (Note here that none of them moved any closer to the table after I announced what I was serving them.)
“Oh sure, I tried some already!”
They looked at me, amazed, then a little horrified then each of them suddenly remembered they just eaten such an enormous amount of food that they couldn’t possibly cram in one bite of my delicious dinner.
Imagine that, what an uncanny coincidence.
Finally, I’d like to add that the terriers enjoyed some before I scraped the whole mess into the sink disposal and they are just fine.