A House Divided

While Amy and Amelia were here this past weekend, Bubba "fried" a small turkey in his "Big Easy Oil-Less Turkey Fryer".  I thought I would post a picture if you've never seen one.  

We like fried turkey very much, but we're too frugal to spend $30.00 on peanut oil to fry one bird.  The turkey turned out great.  (We've got to start using this thing more.)

Okay, enough about "The Big Easy."  Even though this was a small bird we had turkey and dressing three times and we still had a lot of turkey left.  Bubba began talking about creating a pot of turkey and noodles with peas and corn in it and lots of soup (water).  In my mind I began making a casserole with turkey, noodles, peas, corn and cream of chicken soup to hold it all together.

By the time we bought groceries I thought I had convinced him to walk down the creamy path with me; however, this morning I could tell from the disappointment on his face that he was really wanted turkey noodle soup (water).  So I said (with the wisdom of Solomon), "Fine, I'll make both."

The noodles started out as one big happy family in this pot with chicken broth, onion and celery.  Look at all the turkey that was left over.

The noodles soon parted company as I dipped out the noodles for my casserole and added more water to the pot for his soup.

This is my finished product.  Isn't it beautiful?  (I didn't take another picture of Bubba's because you could barely see the turkey and noodles through the soup.)  Although I have always loved to cook I generally go by a recipe and don't head into unknown territory,  but my casserole was very good.  In fact good enough to make again.


 
While we enjoyed our soup/casserole, we talked about our differences in an attempt to reach some middle ground.  Bubba declares that he is "old school".  If company is coming, you just add more water to the pot.  I think he learned that from his mother.  I watched her take one chicken neck and boil it three different times to make three different dishes.

Bubba didn't want to taste my casserole and I didn't want to taste his soup (water).  I guess some issues are important enough to take a stand.  For the tens of people who read my blog every now and then, please take a minute to let me know what kind of person you are.  Are you "watery" or "creamy"?  Please respond to the survey on the right.