Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch (assuming one of us didn't catch or spread covid).
The ancient turkey from the freezer was perfectly fine, and tasty. Whew! I saved the carcass and will boil the remaining meat off of it today for a turkey pot pie, or something.
Nanny was anxious about her cornbread dressing, having not made any in several years. It was fine, too!
My sister-in-law, a nurse, was working and couldn't be there, but we fixed her a to-go box for her supper. Several months ago, I accidentally bought a package of styrofoam to-go boxes (thinking I was buying big, divided trays), and they have been the handiest things to have around. I took the whole package to Nanny's, and we all filled them up with the left-overs.
Just after we came home from Nanny's, my son texted me to ask if I could spare a jar of cucumber relish to go with the purple hull peas they were cooking for their dinner. I dug a jar out of the pantry, and we took it to him.
About 8 p.m., The Husband and I tackled some of the left-overs we'd brought home. I'd been too full for dessert after dinner, but I'd brought home two slices of pecan pie and two slices of chocolate pie, and I had my slice of pecan pie and a left-over crescent roll for supper.
We'll be having our to-go Thanksgiving dinners for supper tonight.
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