My house smells wonderful this morning. The soup will simmer for hours and we'll have a rich broth for adding vegetables, and maybe rice or millet. Making turkey soup with the carcass reminds me of Mom. She hated dealing with the actual carcass and I remember pulling the last bits of turkey off the bones before she dropped the whole thing in a pot. Mom's soups were alway good. Hope I get the flavoring down as well as she did.
And let me not forget to add that in the morning I shared phone conversations and a few texts with all three of my daughters, and with the wonder of iPhones, shared a few photos of their Thanksgiving dinners. Our extended family is both blessed and lucky.
To my daughters, let me say, we must institute the tradition of family prayers offered up together around our tables. Christmas is coming. Prepare.