Year after year on Thanksgiving, my mom would make "giblet gravy" from the innards (neck, heart, testicles, liver) of the turkey for my dad. She would boil all of it together, cut it up into small pieces and then make gravy...(yuk). Well, since it was tradition, when it was my turn to make Thanksgiving dinner, I would make that gravy for my dad.... it wasn't until the last year of his life that he admitted to me that he hated the stuff!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL LOL LOL LOL Mom thought he loved it, and he didn't have the heart to tell her. (Now, that is love)

When we were kids, my parents would take us to visit Grandma & Grandpa in New Hampshire... Grandma would make a soup that she called "slop". It was chicken stock, noodles and rice... and maybe small bits of chicken.. It wasn't that the taste of it was so incredible, but what she said about it.... she would serve it soooooooooo hot, that if you watched your bowl carefully, it would turn slightly on the table. She would tell us grandkids to watch it turn.. and after it turned, it would be just right to eat...

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