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Peckerwood Café : So What Did You Have for Thanksgiving? Where Did You Go? Plus Recipe for Turkey Tetrazzini

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Unfortunately for me, my Thanksgiving was a bust because I have a nasty cold that has been going around, and I am stuck in bed with no appetite, which is so rare that I knew something was wrong. The Covid test is negative, but I am going to take another one. Anyway, the menu was vast with everything, including my mashed potato recipe and cranberry ginger orange zest sauce. Where did I go? To Wyoming to lay in a bed far away from everyone else because no one wants this monster cold.  Peckerites, let me live vicariously through you. What did you eat? Was it fun? Did you survive intact? I use this recipe for leftover turkey, freeze some and instant lunch or dinner. I do change it some, and I will share it.  Turkey Tetrazzini 4 to 6 servings Ingredients • 12 ounces egg noodles, spaghetti, linguini or other pasta • 12 ounces mushrooms, sliced (about 4 to 5 cups) • 8 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour • 1 1/2 cups milk • 1/4 cup heavy cream • 2 cups chicken brot

PROGRAMMING NOTE: Thanksgiving Is Next Week!

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It's been 145 days, or about 4 months, since Peckerwood Manor opened its hallowed doors and moist legs to you fine-ass hors. And just like that...we're coming up on Thanksgiving. Can you believe? Whoever thought we'd make it this far? But we have, Blanche, we have. With that in mind, next week - or the rushed lead-up and bleary-eyed come down from Thanksgiving Day - there'll likely be fewer original posts, since many of your esteemed Pecker writers and mods will be traveling to be with friends and family (or more likely huddled in a dirty corner with cheesy, freshly baked scalloped potatoes) (which they intend to share with no one). However, there will be definitely be "Open Posts" and "Caption This!" posts. Huzzah!  If you're in Europe-land or elsewhere, and you're not celebrating Thanksgiving, please think kindly of your 'Murican Peckers, some of whom will be forced to go to those steaming, chunky piles of caca known as airports, or stu