My Holiday Leftovers Pie
Because I really do love pie I guess
The Twilight of the Turkey
When I was a boy I was profoundly afraid of the leftover turkey.
I admit this sounds neurotic, but I believe my fear was merited.
After Christmas lunch each year, my father would loosely cover the turkey in foil and, with the fridge being too small, leave it on a small wooden table stained with detergent in the laundry room.
The t…