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Originally Posted by tomwed
I think it's the leftovers, maybe.
I like to cook and will find myself daydreaming from time to time about soup, pot pies, turkey salad sandwiches, and hot stuffing-turkey-gravy sandwiches.
Is this a little sad?
What I make will also be for others, but still.
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I don't think that's sad. I daydream about chilly fall weather and the first snow flurries, football games on TV, and how it would always make me want to bake bread. Tons of different kinds of bread for four people, and later two people.
My mother made the driest turkey in the world. She bought the cheapest turkey she could find, threw it in the oven and never basted it. I didn't know turkey could taste so good till I had my mother-in-law's Butterball.
However, she made killer stuffing and fantastic gravy. And TG wouldn't be TG without a can of jelled cranberry sauce (complete with can dents) emptied out onto a plate all in one piece and then sliced. I was devastated when the Ocean Spray people changed their cans so they couldn't be opened at both ends.
I love Thanksgiving, no matter how many people are around. Football and cooking. I love it.