Out of the frying pan and into the freezer
My kind of dinner. Last night I got a 20 lb turkey ready and today Ash baked it up perfectly. So dinner time rolls around and I cut up the turkey and put the good cuts in storage and we all picked the carcass for dinner. Wow, that sounds odd, but maaaan, was it tasty. It was a stand-up affair. I didn't make mashed potatoes or anything else that gravy would have been good on... if I had made gravy. Instead, I brought home Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia and we washed down all that meat with ice cream - ate the whole thing. My GOD, it was amazing. Somehow those two liberal hippies got that flavor so right, it almost hurt. I couldn't savor it, I had to devour it. So right before bed I cleaned up the drippings and turned off the stock pot... and I couldn't help myself, but I opened the freezer and took a bite of the kids ice cream (Breyers chocolate chunk, btw) and I thought to myself, why the heck do I feel compelled to have that one last bite? What does that say