Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Monday, December 2, 2013

Thanksgiving Aftermath


A tradition in our family is my sister-in-love cooks the Thanksgiving turkey, and I take the carcass home for soup. I usually make mulligatawny since it’s my favorite.
 Because I had so much stock this year, I filled my big soup pot and made a triple batch. We ate some for dinner, and it was really good.
When it was cooled, I decided to freeze some for later. I used freezer bags because they take up less room than bulky containers. I’ve done it this way successfully many times before. I made sure to get most of the air out of the bags so they’d take up less space.

I put one on a small baking sheet so it would freeze flat and stuck it in the freezer. Then I set the second on top of the first. It slid off, plopped on the ground, and opened. Turkey soup EVERYWHERE!

Larry heard my scream, followed by cursing, and came to investigate. While I used paper towels to pick up the big pieces, he grabbed the dust pan and scooped up large quantities of fluid and chunks. Between us, we finished off half a roll of paper towels, but we got it all up, including pulling out the refrigerator. (I hadn’t cleaned behind there for a while, so it needed mopping anyway.) Then I washed the floor and used the steamer to assure it was clean and grease-free.

However, I still had half a bag of soup plus more in the pot.

I was sick of the smell by now, so I decided to freeze all of the rest. I got a new bag, filled it, and double checked it to make sure it was sealed.

I wiped the outside to be certain all the grease was gone since I suspected it might have been the cause of the first mishap. I grabbed another small baking sheet so this one also remained flat. When I set it down on the freezer shelf, the seal burst and the bag vomited all over the inside of the freezer!

We spent the next hour removing and scrubbing the contents.

Everything had to be taken out since the soup had made its way to the bottom, splattering on the way down. Fortunately, the food was well-wrapped, and we didn’t lose anything else, but the mess was nearly overwhelming.

When we finished, I still had two freezer bags of soup, although one had shrunk considerably. I put the remainder in yet another bag, made sure Larry verified it was sealed, placed it on the baking sheet, and got it at last into the freezer.


I still have about a quart of turkey stock left. Once I get the courage, I’ll put it in a sealed container (not another bag), and it will also go into the freezer. I won’t be making soup again for a while!
 If you’re brave enough, here’s the soup recipe:


Mulligatawny Soup

Sauté:

1 med. onion (I use dried onion since Larry can’t eat onions anymore.) in
1/4 cup butter (Or margarine, or whatever)

Add:
1 med. carrot, diced
1 stalk celery, diced
1 bell pepper (green, red, or yellow), seeded and diced
1 med. apple (I like Granny Smith or Fuji), pared, cored, and diced
1 cup diced or shredded chicken (Turkey works just as well.)

Stir in gradually:
1/3 cup flour
1 tsp. curry powder
1/8 tsp. mace
2 whole cloves
1 sprig parsley, minced
2 cups stock (chicken, turkey or whatever)
1 cup cooked tomatoes (I use canned diced ones)
salt and pepper to taste

Simmer for half an hour or longer. Serve hot.

I adjust the quantities depending on how much stock and meat I have. It’s really good on a cold, overcast day. But I think I’ll stick to the canned variety for a while!


Monday, November 19, 2012

Give Thanks



Thanksgiving Day is the one time in the year set aside to remember all the blessings in our lives. But why limit it to one day? I'm grateful every day, and my list of blessings is a long one.

FAMILY
I have an amazing family—the one into which I was born, the one into which I married, and the one I've created over the years.

I am especially thankful this year that my mother's sister, Aunt Evelyn, is still with us after a stroke last year. She is one of my favorite playmates and has always been my role model. I learned to love travel, musical theater, entertaining, and discovering new places and people from her.

I am also grateful for the cousins I'd lost for most of my life and reconnected with last year. They are even more precious since all our parents are now gone.

My husband came with a large and loving family of his own. His grandparents set the example, and his parents' generation continued it. There never were any strangers or in-laws. Everyone has always been included and loved. His parents were truly my parents, and I adore his brother as much as if he had been mine from birth. My sister-in-love is the sister I'd have chosen if I could have, and I am so proud of my niece and nephew and their families.

I am very grateful that my brother and I have finally grown into a closer relationship after being a bit distant most of our lives.

Family is not just an accident of birth. We have acquired quite a number of children both here and around the world. Our Japanese and Spanish kids are a special joy in our lives.

And I am especially grateful for Larry and Kim—my greatest joys. They have made my life worthwhile.

FRIENDS
I have over one-thousand names on my email list. And they are ALL friends! I have managed to stay in touch with many of the people who grew up in my neighborhood, those I went to high school with, some from every job I've ever held, as well as many writers and others in the publishing industry. I've learned so much from them and cherish them all.

My church family has been my support and safety net for many years. They remind me where my center is, where my faith is focused, where my priorities are.

The people in my writing group have been a real treasure. We'd never have been published if it hadn't been for them. We've lost the lady who hosted our group for many, many years. But we have been so blessed to have had her in our lives for so long.

We've lost many family members and friends over the past couple of years, and each loss serves to remind us of the love we shared.

HOME
We have a home we never could have imagined owning when we were first married. And we live in one of the most beautiful places on the California coast. Whenever we go down to the beach, I am reminded that we are privileged to live here.

We also have the greatest neighbors on the planet. We know nearly everyone, and we all watch out for each other.

Because we have been so blessed, we love sharing our home with guests. Spending time with old and new friends is a great gift to us.

WORK
Even though we are retired from our full-time jobs, we continue to write books we enjoy. I am still editing and doing book reviews. We also enjoy traveling, often to do research for our books. We attend conferences and meet new people and learn new things.

So this year, as we celebrate the day dedicated to counting our blessings, we will consider just how truly blessed our lives are and give thanks.