Whenever you open the fridge, you see the remnants of Christmas. Mainly turkey, of which still quite a lot has survived. Perhaps I bought one slightly larger than I really needed, but it somehow didn't seem right to buy a small, puny one: it might have ended up being all bone, or beak. And likewise Christmas pudding. Again, it seemed more economical to get a reasonably substantial one, and, besides, it would have come in useful had a dozen guests unexpectedly dropped in for dinner. (A long shot I know, but not impossible. Merely, almost certainly impossible.) But none of it will go to waste: I will, in time, work my way through it all. It just might take a while.
I find you have to pace yourself, especially with the pudding: a portion every day is a bit much for the palate; and the waistline. I am not used to so rich a diet. In comparison, the turkey requires less effort, and can readily be enlivened by various accompaniments and/or sauces. Admittedly, I have yet to explore the full range of the culinary possibilities and have been content to alternate between turkey sandwiches with stuffing and turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce. I am building up to the day when I attempt turkey sandwiches with both stuffing and cranberry sauce: it will be the highlight of the week.
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