A lesson learned...

Thanksgiving is normally a day of excess. Excess in football, excess in grub. I was a bad corgidogmama. Little Addie ate way too much turkey. She upchucked and groaned all evening. She had the dry heaves. Finally, after several hours her belly emptied, she licked a rolaid, and all was quiet at the front.
The next day, Jim dug out the carpet cleaner machine that has been living in our cellar for ten years. Unused. Until Black Friday. The bedroom, and living room was a puked on zone, and had to be cleaned.
Jim groaned and needed a rolaid of his own after that ordeal.
I swear, on my two corgi kids heads, that I will never, ever, feed them human food to such excess again.
The problem was this. They had about a half cup of turkey/gravy when we had our meal. Oh...and then the dogs helped with the dishes.
Then....stupidly, I fed them their regular amount of chow at their normal supper time. BIG MISTAKE.
I was in a turkey induced coma. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

An Alternative?

Following the roasting of, and deboning of, and the clean-up of a twenty-one pounder last night for the soup supper use....it all came back to me, just how much work this whole turkey thing is.
Not sure doing it again on Thursday is so appealing.
However, it did make the house smell great.
It did drive the corgi kids nuts.
Oops, several pieces did fall on the floor for them.
And, my mom and I had to taste it as well. One bite....honest!
Needed salt. Have never made a fresh turkey before.
Where were the salty additives that give so much flavor and tasty chemical zip?
First they take away our red dye and msg. Sheesh....it's a commie plot!