Yesterday's blog asked the question "Why do I cook?" Today I remember why. Leftovers: Leftovers to eat, and leftovers to use for new meals.
Just a few days ago, I cooked a turkey and all the trimmings, and I find myself with some leftover turkey that no one seems to be able to consume. I also have a pre-made pie crust in the freezer, along with half a package of frozen veggies.
Time to make a turkey pot pie.
This doesn't take very long since I don't bother with a recipe. I throw the turkey and veggies together, add leftover gravy, and season the daylights out of the whole concoction. I spoon the whole mess into the pie crust, and -- voila -- dinner!
And more leftovers.
My freezer is filling up slowly but surely with all these meals I cook, even though I'm not very adept at this whole cooking thing, and even though I am surrounded by restaurants that cook a lot better than I ever will. But, in full disclosure and contrary to yesterday's blog topic, I do cook on occasion, I just prefer when someone else does.