Kate Rothwell's Blog, page 8
January 17, 2014
The world is a strange, strange place.
So I read a book I really enjoyed, and here's a review.
I got the book from Storycartel, which is a cool site, except, jeez, it just rejected my book The Earl, a Girl and a Promise as too sexy.
Here's the thing. The book they did allow, that I found and read (and enjoyed) starts out with a long, well-written description of people being beheaded. There are hundreds of deaths in that book, many of them described in detail. There's cruelty and horror. Hey, that fits the book and, like I said, the book is pretty damn good. But still. It seems pretty sick and strange to me that people draw back in horror from sex and don't have a problem with books describing extreme violence.
This is normal. Will it always be that way? The distaste for loving/sexual content at the same time stories with multiple murders are considered acceptable--yo, the values in this set-up just seems very wrong. And every time I think about that, it becomes more bizarre.
I got the book from Storycartel, which is a cool site, except, jeez, it just rejected my book The Earl, a Girl and a Promise as too sexy.
Here's the thing. The book they did allow, that I found and read (and enjoyed) starts out with a long, well-written description of people being beheaded. There are hundreds of deaths in that book, many of them described in detail. There's cruelty and horror. Hey, that fits the book and, like I said, the book is pretty damn good. But still. It seems pretty sick and strange to me that people draw back in horror from sex and don't have a problem with books describing extreme violence.
This is normal. Will it always be that way? The distaste for loving/sexual content at the same time stories with multiple murders are considered acceptable--yo, the values in this set-up just seems very wrong. And every time I think about that, it becomes more bizarre.
January 12, 2014
My poor dog. And now I'm Uncle Albert
My poor old dog is going gaga and her ears are in terrible shape. I have to go buy a muzzle today so we can put medicine down her ears -- last night she bit Mike when we tried to do medication. Sure, yeah, I felt sorry for Mike. But my response was for the poor old hurting dog--and it was a bit out of proportion for the situation.
Don't look at me or my dog funny or I'll burst into tears.
I think I'm identifying with the once sweet-natured old bitch who's no longer interested in putting up any sort of front, or worse, is incapable of it.
hahahhahahwaaaaahSo as I wailed, and wailed and I started to feel like the toddler who can't recover from the broken banana.
After a while, I was accused of having PB&J. No make that PBA and not the professional bowler's association. I stopped snuffling long enough to look it up. I took the quiz (after choosing the name "Mike Blavis" for the patient in question and "other neurological factor" for my underlying condition). Well, boy howdy, I am clearly a candidate for WTF disease of the week.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I AM NOT ALONE! YOU PROBABLY NEED TO TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR TOO. ANSWER THESE SEVEN QUESTIONS TO FIND OUT
The answers range from never applies (which is a 1, not a 0--bogus) to applies most of the time (a five)
The lowest score anyone can get is 7 and I think 12 is cause for alarm. I got 14 but mostly because I gave myself a 5 on: Others have told me that I seem to become amused very easily or that I seem to become amused about things that really aren’t funny.
Yes, yes, I need to run right out and get my doctor to prescribe this medication, whatever the hell it is. Apparently one of the ingredients is from cough suppressants or maybe benedryl.
Coping with an Uncle Albert from Mary Poppins might drive the caregivers nuts and lack of control as my poor dog (and I) know is just awful. .But still..
Yet
Okay.
when I see this on an evaluation:
There are times when I won’t be thinking of anything happy or funny at all, but then I’ll suddenly be overcome by funny or happy thoughts.
I think for once pathology doesn't sound so horrible.
I wish I could give my sad old dog some happy puppy pills. We could bob along the ceiling together.
Don't look at me or my dog funny or I'll burst into tears.
I think I'm identifying with the once sweet-natured old bitch who's no longer interested in putting up any sort of front, or worse, is incapable of it.
hahahhahahwaaaaahSo as I wailed, and wailed and I started to feel like the toddler who can't recover from the broken banana.After a while, I was accused of having PB&J. No make that PBA and not the professional bowler's association. I stopped snuffling long enough to look it up. I took the quiz (after choosing the name "Mike Blavis" for the patient in question and "other neurological factor" for my underlying condition). Well, boy howdy, I am clearly a candidate for WTF disease of the week.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I AM NOT ALONE! YOU PROBABLY NEED TO TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR TOO. ANSWER THESE SEVEN QUESTIONS TO FIND OUT
The answers range from never applies (which is a 1, not a 0--bogus) to applies most of the time (a five)
The lowest score anyone can get is 7 and I think 12 is cause for alarm. I got 14 but mostly because I gave myself a 5 on: Others have told me that I seem to become amused very easily or that I seem to become amused about things that really aren’t funny.
Yes, yes, I need to run right out and get my doctor to prescribe this medication, whatever the hell it is. Apparently one of the ingredients is from cough suppressants or maybe benedryl.
Coping with an Uncle Albert from Mary Poppins might drive the caregivers nuts and lack of control as my poor dog (and I) know is just awful. .But still..
Yet
Okay.
when I see this on an evaluation:
There are times when I won’t be thinking of anything happy or funny at all, but then I’ll suddenly be overcome by funny or happy thoughts.
I think for once pathology doesn't sound so horrible.
I wish I could give my sad old dog some happy puppy pills. We could bob along the ceiling together.
January 5, 2014
Screw it.
So that Old Spice commercial is a big success. I find that depressing beyond speech.
It would be one thing if dumpy middle-aged women were all over the ad universe. They are not. I spent about an hour looking and all I can find is that damned Old Spice ad and my son pointed out this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKkPFD...
These are the only ones I can think of. Seriously. Please tell me you've seen an ad with funny interesting (or even just meh) women who physically resemble those people. I don't mean a local ad. I mean a commercial that is supposed to appeal to an national audience.
Please. Tell me. Please make me feel better.
There are lots of middle-aged dumpy guys in ads, hanging around on sofas watching television, washing cars, going to the hardware store, acting like doofuses but not really figures of pure mockery.
What do I find? Those two ads with women in the mom role acting like
1 disapproving, pursed-lip cowards or
2. strange shadowy stalker figures who obsess about their sons (IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN)
That's it.
That is the sum of us.. Invisible except in the shadow of our children or maybe in the background of a group scene. We are not there..If it happened to another sort of group, with another set of stereotypes, I could imagine the calls would go out. Where are the positive or at least HUMAN portraits of that demographic?
I posted on their facebook page basically the same thing. ranty rantage:
Do you people in the marketing department pay any attention to who actually BUYS your stuff? It's not the teenaged boys or even the jobless 20-somethings who've moved back in with their parents. Those guys might spend their money on junk food but deodorant? Not likely. Speaking as one of middle-aged not-thin moms you just portrayed as a group of obsessive, frumpy, passive shadows--nope. I don't think you made a hit with this one. I know you're laughing at a stereotype and it might have worked.. Maybe if there were legions of middle-aged ladies all over the ad world, this one would be funny, or perhaps less disturbing. ... [yada yada] Sad
The responses I got were "Stop with the butthurt"
and . "Brb, got to go buy Old Spice."
Okay, sure. This is just business and butthurt is always dumb because, even if it was something real, and not a goofy ad, what good does feeling insulted do? Answer. Nothing but make you look petty. It isn't about me, I know. I KNOW.
But none of that changes the fact that at the moment I'm filled with that useless rage at that demeaning, shitty, stupid, clever, manipulative, well-made ad, and wish I could do something about it beyond writing diatribes, ranting for My People, the invisible middle aged women (frumpus domesticus) . . and making a point of not buying some dumb deodorant.
Because I am not buying their stupid fucking deodorant again.
The part that makes me sad is that I don't get how I could have had any other response once I got past the "oh that ad is cleverly made!" ... . . even though so many people I respect and love adore that ad.
It's exaggerated, stereotyping over-the-top and that's where the humor comes from. The whole world seems to love it. Then again, the whole world once loved the exaggerated, stereotyping over-the-top song stylings of Al Jolson.
It would be one thing if dumpy middle-aged women were all over the ad universe. They are not. I spent about an hour looking and all I can find is that damned Old Spice ad and my son pointed out this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKkPFD...
These are the only ones I can think of. Seriously. Please tell me you've seen an ad with funny interesting (or even just meh) women who physically resemble those people. I don't mean a local ad. I mean a commercial that is supposed to appeal to an national audience.
Please. Tell me. Please make me feel better.
There are lots of middle-aged dumpy guys in ads, hanging around on sofas watching television, washing cars, going to the hardware store, acting like doofuses but not really figures of pure mockery.
What do I find? Those two ads with women in the mom role acting like
1 disapproving, pursed-lip cowards or
2. strange shadowy stalker figures who obsess about their sons (IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN)
That's it.
That is the sum of us.. Invisible except in the shadow of our children or maybe in the background of a group scene. We are not there..If it happened to another sort of group, with another set of stereotypes, I could imagine the calls would go out. Where are the positive or at least HUMAN portraits of that demographic?
I posted on their facebook page basically the same thing. ranty rantage:
Do you people in the marketing department pay any attention to who actually BUYS your stuff? It's not the teenaged boys or even the jobless 20-somethings who've moved back in with their parents. Those guys might spend their money on junk food but deodorant? Not likely. Speaking as one of middle-aged not-thin moms you just portrayed as a group of obsessive, frumpy, passive shadows--nope. I don't think you made a hit with this one. I know you're laughing at a stereotype and it might have worked.. Maybe if there were legions of middle-aged ladies all over the ad world, this one would be funny, or perhaps less disturbing. ... [yada yada] Sad
The responses I got were "Stop with the butthurt"
and . "Brb, got to go buy Old Spice."
Okay, sure. This is just business and butthurt is always dumb because, even if it was something real, and not a goofy ad, what good does feeling insulted do? Answer. Nothing but make you look petty. It isn't about me, I know. I KNOW.
But none of that changes the fact that at the moment I'm filled with that useless rage at that demeaning, shitty, stupid, clever, manipulative, well-made ad, and wish I could do something about it beyond writing diatribes, ranting for My People, the invisible middle aged women (frumpus domesticus) . . and making a point of not buying some dumb deodorant.
Because I am not buying their stupid fucking deodorant again.
The part that makes me sad is that I don't get how I could have had any other response once I got past the "oh that ad is cleverly made!" ... . . even though so many people I respect and love adore that ad.
It's exaggerated, stereotyping over-the-top and that's where the humor comes from. The whole world seems to love it. Then again, the whole world once loved the exaggerated, stereotyping over-the-top song stylings of Al Jolson.
December 31, 2013
A new book out today!!
I swore I wasn't going to make this blog about promo, but then I notice it showing up on Amazon and Goodreads (I put it there so this shouldn't be a big shock) and I had to wonder: do people want to read about the dog's bloody ears? Will that make them buy our books? Or will I do better linking to
THIS NEW REVIEW OF OUR NEW BOOK
and
THIS OTHER REVIEW OF OUR NEW BOOK.
I think you can see where I'm going with this.... A NEW BOOK OUT TODAY! YAY US!
This one is a little darker than our usual story. It was easy to write in some ways (built in conflict, two characters we liked) and harder in others.
For a while in Maryland, I worked at a halfway house, and as we wrote, I got to remember that part of my life and draw on it, a bit.
I worked the weekend shifts in level 4 houses (level 1 residents were almost independent, level 4 meant they were teetering on going back into the hospital.)
I have some of that experience in another short story I wrote soon after that time. It is most decidedly NOT based on people I knew there. The first person character is not me. The other characters, no one I met. Some of the rules and whatnot, yeah.
It's a freebie here and was originally published in Metropolitain, a literary magazine that was published in PARIS freaking FRANCE. No, I'm not making that up.**
And actually, back to Gent's Madness, Bonnie wrote much of the interactions with Tully and the other patients. I avoided that, probably because of that haul working in the halfway houses. Hey, I did the research on Victorian cures and diagnoses.
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**You can tell the story is old, though, what with the talk about beepers and the phone book and no PCs and mention of music on MTV
THIS NEW REVIEW OF OUR NEW BOOK
and
THIS OTHER REVIEW OF OUR NEW BOOK.
I think you can see where I'm going with this.... A NEW BOOK OUT TODAY! YAY US!
This one is a little darker than our usual story. It was easy to write in some ways (built in conflict, two characters we liked) and harder in others.
For a while in Maryland, I worked at a halfway house, and as we wrote, I got to remember that part of my life and draw on it, a bit.
I worked the weekend shifts in level 4 houses (level 1 residents were almost independent, level 4 meant they were teetering on going back into the hospital.)
I have some of that experience in another short story I wrote soon after that time. It is most decidedly NOT based on people I knew there. The first person character is not me. The other characters, no one I met. Some of the rules and whatnot, yeah.
It's a freebie here and was originally published in Metropolitain, a literary magazine that was published in PARIS freaking FRANCE. No, I'm not making that up.**
And actually, back to Gent's Madness, Bonnie wrote much of the interactions with Tully and the other patients. I avoided that, probably because of that haul working in the halfway houses. Hey, I did the research on Victorian cures and diagnoses.
_______
**You can tell the story is old, though, what with the talk about beepers and the phone book and no PCs and mention of music on MTV
December 26, 2013
Something to put on your new Kindle . . . or your old one
Another Amazon Countdown! The Earl, A Girl and a Promise was $2.99 and for the next few days is only 99 cents! Cheap!Victorian Romance! Fun! Hot!
In other news, our poor dog.
We put the holiday lights on her cone and she really didn't mind. This is because she didn't actually notice.
This evening the vet will unstitch her ears and they won't be pinned to the top of her head anymore. Less comic pathos, but not a lot less. The way she negotiates her life wearing that cone is still pretty comic, and pathetic--and painful when she comes up behind you and smacks into your legs.
December 21, 2013
random stuff and SBD
My dog is pathetic with her ears pinned to the top of her head--and she's wearing the cone of shame 24/7. She's 11 and a little ga-ga, but she's our pup and she spent all of her time shaking her head, floop floop, with that damn ear filled with goop. Eww. Many hundred dollars later, she's got her ears pinned.
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I have another book doing the amazon countdown soon. The Earl, a Girl and a Promise will be 99 cents starting Christmas Day. You are warned. You'll get to load it onto your new Kindle. And the Countdown Fun is Over. My last one didn't sell worth beans.
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I'm listening to Parasite by Mira Grant and I wish that Mike was listening too. He'd rant "no way! No!" all the time.
The personal stuff is interesting but the heroine is sort of a dope. Come on, we knew The Big Truth all along. I knew as soon as that whole drums, hot-warm stuff started. Chapter one, I knew. No, I knew before the book started because of the back-copy description. Face up to the truth and really, while we're on the topic, stop whining too, Sal. And no more blinking. STOP BLINKING.
Wait, maybe we're wrong about what We Know? Hmmm. This could be interesting. . . . and . . . No. We were right.
I'm not sure why she's so special when there are a bunch of others like her. Maybe I'll find out soon? Why are all these people interested in her? Why did her one good friend turn out to be a skeev? Waaaah...I liked that character a lot.
Despite the kvetching, I like this YA-ish book. It's fun. I'm having trouble turning it off and having a life. I'm not the microbiologist so the science stuff isn't driving me bananas. And I actually like Sal/Sally even though she gets upset all the time. All. The. Time. No, really, I do like her.
* * *
I have another book doing the amazon countdown soon. The Earl, a Girl and a Promise will be 99 cents starting Christmas Day. You are warned. You'll get to load it onto your new Kindle. And the Countdown Fun is Over. My last one didn't sell worth beans.
* * *
I'm listening to Parasite by Mira Grant and I wish that Mike was listening too. He'd rant "no way! No!" all the time.
The personal stuff is interesting but the heroine is sort of a dope. Come on, we knew The Big Truth all along. I knew as soon as that whole drums, hot-warm stuff started. Chapter one, I knew. No, I knew before the book started because of the back-copy description. Face up to the truth and really, while we're on the topic, stop whining too, Sal. And no more blinking. STOP BLINKING.
Wait, maybe we're wrong about what We Know? Hmmm. This could be interesting. . . . and . . . No. We were right.
I'm not sure why she's so special when there are a bunch of others like her. Maybe I'll find out soon? Why are all these people interested in her? Why did her one good friend turn out to be a skeev? Waaaah...I liked that character a lot.
Despite the kvetching, I like this YA-ish book. It's fun. I'm having trouble turning it off and having a life. I'm not the microbiologist so the science stuff isn't driving me bananas. And I actually like Sal/Sally even though she gets upset all the time. All. The. Time. No, really, I do like her.
December 14, 2013
Thank You, Mrs. M is doing the Kindle Countdown thing now...
Thank You, Mrs. M is doing the Kindle Countdown thing now.
For the next 4 days, XX hours, XX minutes and XX seconds, it's only 99 cents.
I'd go look up and copy/paste the right numbers, but it would all be a lie by the time you read this anyway. Yep, still like that countdown thing.
This book also recently showed up in an article. *
I like it; Kathy like it; someone at RT likes it.***
Otherwise?
This book has never sold very well and when I tried to give it away, people wouldn't meet my gaze--they checked their wrists when everyone knows no one wears watches anymore.
BE A TREND-SETTER AND READ THIS BOOK. ONLY 99 CENTS.
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* it [uses] the basic plot of Jean Webster's Daddy Long-Legs in a way which captures its essential spirit but also creates something intriguingly new...Rothwell's story is wonderful in its own right, but it also added something new to my understanding of Daddy Long-Legs.
*** 4.5 stars This is a sweet, funny and emotional tale. This modern take on Daddy-Long-Legs, by Jean Webster, has wonderful, fully developed characters. The brief mention of sexual and drug themes contributes to the gritty reality of the character's world. This incredible story will appeal to adult as well as young readers.
For the next 4 days, XX hours, XX minutes and XX seconds, it's only 99 cents.
I'd go look up and copy/paste the right numbers, but it would all be a lie by the time you read this anyway. Yep, still like that countdown thing.
This book also recently showed up in an article. *
I like it; Kathy like it; someone at RT likes it.***
Otherwise?
This book has never sold very well and when I tried to give it away, people wouldn't meet my gaze--they checked their wrists when everyone knows no one wears watches anymore.
BE A TREND-SETTER AND READ THIS BOOK. ONLY 99 CENTS.
__________________________________________________________
* it [uses] the basic plot of Jean Webster's Daddy Long-Legs in a way which captures its essential spirit but also creates something intriguingly new...Rothwell's story is wonderful in its own right, but it also added something new to my understanding of Daddy Long-Legs.
*** 4.5 stars This is a sweet, funny and emotional tale. This modern take on Daddy-Long-Legs, by Jean Webster, has wonderful, fully developed characters. The brief mention of sexual and drug themes contributes to the gritty reality of the character's world. This incredible story will appeal to adult as well as young readers.
December 6, 2013
This stays with me.
another of those personal notes.
I was an unforgiving twerp (not twerk, like I first wrote) back in the day, entitled and injured. My father basically lost who he was when I was 22 -- he had a stroke and, though he lived for years, he wasn't a grownup after that. That meant I didn't get a chance to get past his imagined and real sins when he was fully present, not that it mattered to him. Didn't matter to me that much either, but now it does, probably because I'm a parent. Also because at a certain age (maybe after your 20s?) love/affection isn't as easily attained, retained, sustained.
Anyway this letter--the message hit me hard for some reason. Most of us mean well, okay? Don't despise anyone who loves you to any degree--not if their affection doesn't harm you.
So....yeah. What it says.From Carolyn Hax's column.
Dear Carolyn:
Haven’t spoken to my father for 2.5 years, for various reasons that boil down to his being very selfish and refusing to validate feelings.
He called the other day. Many, many people in my life think that I should let [my grudge] go because “that’s just how he is,” and that I’m depriving him of my child (born after I cut him off).
I’d love a relationship with him, but his message didn’t indicate any desire to resolve issues, simply to brush them under the rug. Thoughts?
Calling Dad
There isn’t much for me to go on here, but I do feel comfortable saying that I support unconditionally those who sever ties to people who are harmful to them.
When people are merely disappointing, though, then my advice is to try instead to accept that no one will ever be who you want them to be. We even let ourselves down by that standard. So, if that’s the case with your dad — that your main complaint is his not being the dad you wish he’d be — then think of what you want from yourself, and from other people.
You want to be accepted and loved as you are, right? And forgiven your shortcomings? And not set up to fail?
You can’t make anyone give you these things, but you can show how it’s done by calling him with your expectations set to “naught.” Given that Dad’s shortcomings appear to be of long standing, just make sure you go into it knowing your integrity is your only certain reward.
I was an unforgiving twerp (not twerk, like I first wrote) back in the day, entitled and injured. My father basically lost who he was when I was 22 -- he had a stroke and, though he lived for years, he wasn't a grownup after that. That meant I didn't get a chance to get past his imagined and real sins when he was fully present, not that it mattered to him. Didn't matter to me that much either, but now it does, probably because I'm a parent. Also because at a certain age (maybe after your 20s?) love/affection isn't as easily attained, retained, sustained.
Anyway this letter--the message hit me hard for some reason. Most of us mean well, okay? Don't despise anyone who loves you to any degree--not if their affection doesn't harm you.
So....yeah. What it says.From Carolyn Hax's column.
Dear Carolyn:
Haven’t spoken to my father for 2.5 years, for various reasons that boil down to his being very selfish and refusing to validate feelings.
He called the other day. Many, many people in my life think that I should let [my grudge] go because “that’s just how he is,” and that I’m depriving him of my child (born after I cut him off).
I’d love a relationship with him, but his message didn’t indicate any desire to resolve issues, simply to brush them under the rug. Thoughts?
Calling Dad
There isn’t much for me to go on here, but I do feel comfortable saying that I support unconditionally those who sever ties to people who are harmful to them.
When people are merely disappointing, though, then my advice is to try instead to accept that no one will ever be who you want them to be. We even let ourselves down by that standard. So, if that’s the case with your dad — that your main complaint is his not being the dad you wish he’d be — then think of what you want from yourself, and from other people.
You want to be accepted and loved as you are, right? And forgiven your shortcomings? And not set up to fail?
You can’t make anyone give you these things, but you can show how it’s done by calling him with your expectations set to “naught.” Given that Dad’s shortcomings appear to be of long standing, just make sure you go into it knowing your integrity is your only certain reward.
December 3, 2013
Powder of Sin -- 99 cents for another 5 days, 19 hours, 25 minutes, 20 seconds
That countdown clock makes me smile every time I see it. I have no idea why--it's old news by now. Something so portentous about having the minutes and seconds tacked on there. Probably bringing back memories of all those movies with bombs...just....about....to.....blow.
So anyway. Go look at the clock here. And buy the book cheap!
Which title is this, you ask? It was once published by Loose Id as Powder of Love but enough people read that as "Power of Love" that the whole title thing got awkward. I got the rights to the book back and published it on my own.
Now some people are shocked that a story about an aphrodisiac has sex in it. ("The sex scenes towards the beginning were what you might find in a slightly saucier than normal romance novel, but towards the end of the book it surprised even me how graphic the sex scenes had become. Not that I minded... Much.") Or they're shocked that a story about an aphrodisiac doesn't have sex in it sooner. ("Book was good but I felt like it took a long time to get to the point. It was a build up of tension wondering if and when it would all happen.")
But at least no one thinks it's an inspie!
here's a link to the cover copy and an excerpt.
So anyway. Go look at the clock here. And buy the book cheap!
Which title is this, you ask? It was once published by Loose Id as Powder of Love but enough people read that as "Power of Love" that the whole title thing got awkward. I got the rights to the book back and published it on my own.
Now some people are shocked that a story about an aphrodisiac has sex in it. ("The sex scenes towards the beginning were what you might find in a slightly saucier than normal romance novel, but towards the end of the book it surprised even me how graphic the sex scenes had become. Not that I minded... Much.") Or they're shocked that a story about an aphrodisiac doesn't have sex in it sooner. ("Book was good but I felt like it took a long time to get to the point. It was a build up of tension wondering if and when it would all happen.")
But at least no one thinks it's an inspie!
here's a link to the cover copy and an excerpt.
November 30, 2013
no . . . more . . . turkey.
Seriously. No.
Soup, sandwiches, pizza topping, tetrazzini, I think I'm putting the rest of the carcass in the freezer and using it for dog reward treats. I read somewhere that Americans waste 20% of their food. I'm guessing about 5% of that is after-holidays turkey meat. Poor murdered birds--we should at least be willing to eat all every scrap to honor its sacrifice.
We're not.
Soup, sandwiches, pizza topping, tetrazzini, I think I'm putting the rest of the carcass in the freezer and using it for dog reward treats. I read somewhere that Americans waste 20% of their food. I'm guessing about 5% of that is after-holidays turkey meat. Poor murdered birds--we should at least be willing to eat all every scrap to honor its sacrifice.
We're not.
