turkey.

perhaps one of the biggest blessings of living at home right now is the feasts my dad makes. Let it be common knowledge, that my mother is an extremely talented woman, but dad is the cook in the family. I just know it's his italian blood. haha, yesterday the man smoked an ENTIRE turkey. which means I'll be feasting for the next week on it. mmm. anyways when he brought the turkey in yesterday it reminded me of when i was little....which leads to this story that taught me a little life lesson; so here ya go.

for as long as i can remember my dad has been the holiday cook. every Thanksgiving or Christmas he'll make a turkey, which meant his famous, amazing homemade turkey noodle soup. It seriously was the greatest thing ever. Now, i have to tell you somethin about my Father, he and Kelli have something in common, they hate throwing away food. (haha love you kell). My dad is the man that eats sandwiches made from the heels of the loaf of bread. This man has been known to take sharpies and cross out the expiration dates on cartons because "it's still good". Growing up i soon learned not to eat something unless he ate it first, to make sure it really was okay.



so anyways, for years I lived for this amazing turkey noodle soup, and he was always pretty secretive about how he made it, but we just thought it was because it was his "secret recipe"...yeah it was a freakin' secret all right. a few years ago, after i had two bowls of his soup, he comes up and says

do you know what's in that soup?

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I immediately start sweating due to his past endeavors of feeding me a mixture of leftovers he'd throw in a pot together and call "dinner".

uhhh no, what?

i respond.
he starts laughing and says,

everything you don't eat from the bird, the heart, the neck, all the organs.

.....i haven't had a bowl of that dam* soup ever since.

that day i learned, that it's possible to truly love something until you know dirty little secrets that can ruin your image of it forever.

happy memorial day!