I’m not going to lie, I hated this when I was a kid. I used to call it moose-skata. My mother was not pleased with this nickname. I’ll explain in a moment.
It never fails, holiday meals around here leave us with a plethora of leftovers. After a while, I begin to resent the space they take in my refrigerator, but they’re also too good to let go of.
Someday I intend to make my own raviolis. I also intend to win the lottery. Guess I should start buying tickets?? Maybe?
Turkeys are some pretty big birds. Roast one, and you’ve got yourself enough turkey to last until you start gobbling. Or maybe crying. Yep, probably crying. Don’t despair, help is here in the form of a modern twist on an old recipe.