After Thanksgiving, I cooked my turkey carcass in my stock pot to make soup. I made a big batch of creamy turkey soup and wanted to save the rest of the broth to make some clear soup later. I didn't have time to deal with it right then, and the fridge was quite full of leftover Thanksgiving dinner, SO I put the stock pot on the back porch...with a rock on top, so the dog wouldn't get into it.
Guess what I found on my porch early this spring?
Yep! Gross!
Guess who forgot to make the second batch of turkey soup?
The worst part is, after I discovered it, I certainly didn't want to take care of it. At the time, the lid was still on tightly, and you couldn't smell it. So I pretended it wasn't there...until today.
Today, I wanted to cook another turkey, and it would be sad to not be able to make turkey soup.
So, at my granny's advice, I sent a 10 year old off with a shovel, a pot of five month old soup, and the promise of a few dollars in his pocket. For fifty more cents, he even hosed it out for me. ☺
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