I'm taking a picture of everything I eat this week, on Sam's urging over at Becks & Posh. It's only Day 2, and I'm already embarrassing myself.
No, not with a meal of gummy bears and wine, as I threatened Sam I'd probably end up doing (and I may still).
In fact, I think just knowing I would be chronicling every morsel has made my diet a bit healthier. I'm being sure to have a bite for breakfast, even if it's only a few spoonfuls of yogurt while I lie in bed with the sudoku puzzle.
I'm also scheduling the main meal for midday, partly because the light is better for photography, and partly because it's nice to have a simple supper without all the fuss.
So I made a big pot of soup for suppers this week.
And therein lies the embarrassment. It's turkey soup.
Leftover turkey, from last year. Made with leftover turkey broth.
We were doing a little freezer-spelunking (which makes sense, because after Thanksgiving, we'll no doubt be cramming the freezer with more leftovers, and we'll need the space). I won't go into details, but there were the basic ingredients for an easy, nourishing soup. Add some barley and fresh vegetables, and voilà.
We Are Eating Thanksgiving Leftovers Right Before Thanksgiving.
Go ahead. Laugh.
Today Cranky picked up the heirloom turkey we'll be roasting on Thursday. It was kinda expensive, as it turns out.
"No problem," I said to Cranky. "It'll last a whole year."