Everything seems to come down to camping around here.
Last night, I made a turkey dinner for the three of us, Gary, Rascal and me. Gary bought the twelve pound turkey before Christmas and it had to be used up and a cold day was the perfect time to have the oven on. Rascal began caterwauling two hours into the process. He loves turkey.
The turkey was good, but Gary had post-dinner plans for it. Of course, the carcass went into the freezer for soup, which will be made on the next cold day. Some of it will be taken along on our camping trips
After putting some meat aside for sandwiches and leftovers, we got out my food chopper and began to grind up the turkey.
First was a big container of ground turkey that Gary will make into turkey tacos tomorrow and divide into separate containers to take along on our camping trips.
Finally, we ground up turkey to put into tiny containers for Rascal's cat snacks. When we've been gone for a few nights, he is an unhappy feline, but if we pull out a container of his favorite turkey snacks, he will forgive us.
Like I said, it all comes down to camping.
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