My family had a tradition—leftover turkey was vacuum sealed until New Year’s Eve when it would be defrosted and made into turkey enchiladas as the centerpiece of a Mexican themed dinner.
Corn, which is part of the ingenious and wonderful “Three Sisters” triumvirate—corn, beans, and squash, which, when eaten together provide all the essential amino acids to make protein. Also, when grown together, the corn provides a stalk for the nitrogen-fixing beans to grow up, and the squash provides a ground cover to conserve moisture and suppress weeds.
When I was some 10 years older than April, I had an entire fantasy ranch (up in Big Sur) complete with several dozen horses, all with names, genealogies, detailed descriptions, and competition histories, which I carefully recorded in a notebook, complete with hand-drawn illustrations. It took me quite a few more years after that to finally own real, live horses: Marshal Tudor, son and grandson of English Triple Crown winners, in my 20s, and Charlemagne, descendant of Bold Ruler and Native Dancer (and grand-nephew of Secretariat) in my 40s.
Remember, this is Tarzan—he has a compassionate streak, as well as a sense of responsibility to his African compatriots (human and animal). He’ll probably find some way old Harrigan can make a legitimate living without bothering the locals.
They look to be 8-10 pounds each. Since there are three of them, that would make 24-30 pounds of turkey (with about 12-15 pounds of edible meat) … that’s a lot of turkey, even for 4 people, a toddler, and a dog (who can eat turkey meat, just not the bones). As for me, I’m having a couple of herb-roasted Cornish hens (1 1/2 pounds each), which is more than enough for 1 person.
His first language was Great Ape, his second language was … French! I think English was his third language, although there may have been an African language or two in between (it’s been over 60 years since I read the books.)
“You can have a vegetarian peanut butter sandwich. We will be having the traditional turkey dinner with all the fixings. You are not allowed to whine or change your mind when you start to smell the delicious aromas coming out of the kitchen.”
Back in the 1970s in Corvallis, Ore., I found a stray cat with a badly broken front humerus. I had the vet repair the break, and once the cat, now christened “Stray”, was fully healed, I took him out to the ranch where I boarded my horse (I already had a very territorial cat in my home who would not have tolerated a roommate). There were already several rescue cats and 6 rescue dogs living there. The dogs immediately fell in love with my (formerly) stray cat, and he with them. I often found them all sleeping together in one big, warm, furry pile. I hope Suzie’s Christmas kitty gets along with his new roomies as well as Stray did with his.
My family had a tradition—leftover turkey was vacuum sealed until New Year’s Eve when it would be defrosted and made into turkey enchiladas as the centerpiece of a Mexican themed dinner.