Frost on the pumpkins this morning!

It is 35 degrees and all of a sudden winter is breathing down our necks.  Oh, my goodness.

Are we ready?  Getting there.  Sort of.

Last night Banjo Man defrosted a bag of thickly-sliced turkey breast from last Thanksgiving and announced he was going to make a soup.

I attempted to discourage him and urged him to throw the old turkey away.  It won’t be any good, I said.  It’s old.  Toss it in the garbage and make something else.

Of course he didn’t believe me.  Why listen to someone who has been cooking for fifty-three frickin’ years? 

He filled a 7 quart pan with a turkey-vegetable concoction, along with chicken “Better Than Boullion” seasoning, while I ate a bowl of cereal.  When it was finally ready to eat, he dug in.

Me, pretending to be interested:  How is it?

Him:  It’s great, if you don’t eat the turkey.

Well, there you go.

Lesson:  buy a smaller turkey this year.