(If your first thought was the word "Clarice," you are twisted. You know who you are.)
Do you ever buy something at the grocery store that just seemed like a good idea? A Butterball "turkey roast" caught my eye a few months ago and made its way to my deep freeze. This morning I said to myself: "Self, today is the day to deal with that little turkey roast in the freezer." It seemed so easy. Toss it in a baking stone, throw it in the oven and set the oven to come on at 2:30 (that is the BEST feature of my kitchen!).
Fast forward to 5:21pm. As I tried to
hack cut this alleged turkey roast apart, a strange deja vu feeling came across me. I've bought this thing before. Once when Hubby and I were starving college students. For under $5, it seemed like a lot of meat. We didn't like it. Now that we are no longer starving college students, why am I still trying to eat for under $5?
If you're the kind who can't help but look at accidents, here is the accompanying "gravy." Looks inviting, no?
The dogs are going to have a FEAST tomorrow! (No, they won't get it all; just the grisly dark stuff. I will salvage the white meat and make turkey taco soup.)
Meanwhile I think Subway has footlong subs on sale. For under $5. 5:30pm and we're outta here!
Blessings (and avoid the turkey roast),