Sniff...this makes me so happy.
My widowed dad married a sweet little widower lady from Texas (originally from Tennessee) about 18 years ago. She invited the family in for Thanksgiving that next year and let me tell you it was fabulous. She invited us back for leftovers and all of us eagerly accepted. We all gathered around the table and started quietly wondering where all that food had gone.
She appeared with two large pyrex dishes that she placed on the table in front of us and proudly announced, “Turkey Sopa!” We all tried not to react but our faces fell like they were melting. She had taken all of that delicious turkey and shredded it, mixed it with Velveeta and enchilada sauce and baked it up. No cranberry sauce. No dressing. Not even leftover gravy or mashed potatoes. It was Turkey Sopa, or nothing. I think one of my little nieces actually started to cry a little.
One of the saddest Thanksgiving leftover experiences we’ve ever experienced.
Peach
Awwww! :(
That actually made me nauseous to read! You poor dears!
Velveta on turkey, bleaugh