Today was whatever container (s) fall out of the fridge, is what you eat.
DD came over, and dragged up from the basement reefer, the ham in a bag, and the turkey in another bag.
Naturally, I get the dagger eye's to slice the ham and turkey.
OK!... nice sloppy fat slices, and smashed slices of the turkey: and all left on the big cutting board. haaaaaaaaaaaaa
Tina made her turkey grease soup. She asked me to strain it, and just put back the carrots. The meat was all scraps and neck shreds,,,,so she said trash it.
Now comes the p _ ss off.
Son and DIL come to get the turkey soup to take home, and I hear,?? Where is the soup??
I said, "I Have No Clue!""""""
They find it where DD put it on the back porch, and they ready to get some to take home, and then....""""Where is the meat??" .... I said,"Mom said trash it!... DIL Is like...wtheck..."what is this carrot soup??" ..... The didn't want it, and Tina said, go down and get the turkey breast, and we can cut that in cubes and now at least there will be meat in the soup!..............
I gave a big "YESSSSSSSSS"..... with a fist gesture underneath the table; out of site! Haaaaa
SEEeee..... Too Lazy to get the meat downstairs. Well Guess what?? I could care less!
It Is what it IS!