Soup, Anyone?

Every year Ken buys as many turkeys as he can when they're on sale and puts them in the freezer. We were getting low on freezer space so we started to pull out leftover turkey carcasses to add to the one he just smoked for Christmas. There were seven. Seven..whole..carcasses..to be used for soup. I guess I didn't monitor Ken well enough because last night he grabbed our biggest pot and threw them all in. Brilliant.

I can tell you this though. Early this morning, when I heard him in the kitchen starting to pull the meat off the bones, I pretended to sleep for as long as I could. He did come in to check on me a few times and see if I was up yet. But I wasn't having it. I wasn't going to spend hours going through meat and bones from seven turkeys. So I mumbled something about needing my rest from being sick...

He did an excellent job though and the soup turned out great! Hope we don't get tired of it! Let me also say that I managed to disappear when it came time to ladle the soup into containers. I didn't want any part of that either. But I cleaned while Ken did that part so it was win-win for both of us. Now we are both hanging out in the bedroom with the below picture portraying what still sits on the counter, waiting for the other to get up and find room in the freezer and put it all away. Could I be so lucky as to find something else to conveniently pull me away? Doubtful, but I can dream...