The refrigerator’s full of Thanksgiving leftovers. I love them. Love all leftovers. You get to enjoy more meals without cooking again. One friend said, “Cook once, enjoy twice or more.” I agree, don’t you?
In the past Thanksgiving leftovers meant binge weekend, especially if Hubby went to work. No witnesses, no crime, right? I used to make a soup out of leftover dressing, then eat one bowl after another until I was sick. What kind of life was that? Can you imagine how all that cornbread dressing swelled up inside a body? It would probably make a good glue, ya think? Continue reading
