We had turkey tetrazini our first night home. Sauteed onion, garlic, tender sweet peas and bits of turkey in a rich cream and Parmesan sauce, tossed into long pasta, more grated Parm on top, liberal use of the black pepper mill.
The second night we had masses of yummy vegetables--greens, zucchini, salad--and lean ham.
The silver turkey legs remained in their ziplock bag, waiting...waiting.
I was booked for a couple of tarot readings this afternoon and our sunny warm day started slanting toward a cooling evening. As I drove home, I started thinking about something hot for supper, doing a mental inventory of what was in the fridge, in the pantry.
Celery, mushrooms, greens, potatoes, turkey legs.
Hash. Delicious turkey hash.
Yeah, I know everyone looks down their noses at this wholesome and homely food. But think about all those ingredients and imagine them sauteed in olive oil and served piping hot.
It was very good--so good I didn't even take time to make a picture to post here.
Maybe it needs a better name or something.