Five hours is a long time to drive alone. Now I'm home, happy to be so, but slightly disoriented. It was a very social holiday, especially for someone who lives alone. I need to recuperate a bit.

Listened attentively to a food safety expert on a radio call-in show talking about holiday leftovers and how long they are safe to eat, and how to handle them. When I got home, I pulled a lot of the stuff in my fridge and freezer out and tossed it. Better safe than sorry, I guess.

However, I kept the makings for an appetizer I didn't get around to making in all the festivities. Brie/Mango Quesadillas. So this is what I had for dinner – not something I'd make ordinarily for just me. Flour tortilla in the fry pan – sprinkle on sliced red onions, very thinly sliced red peppers, sliced mango, sliced brie, slap the second tortilla on top. Medium heat. Count to 100. Flip (carefully). Count to 100 again. Check to see if the brie has stuck everything together. If so, slide onto a plate, cut into eighths, serve. MMMMM ….

Christmas wouldn't really be Christmas if I didn't make turkey pot pie at some point. Two problems this year … first, I successfully avoided making turkey this year myself, thus no turkey leftovers from my own meals. Second, I just tossed the cooked turkey that someone gave me because, according to food guru guy on the radio, it wasn't frozen quickly enough. Damn. Now I have to find some turkey, cook it, pretend it is leftover and make pies.

Why is it called "pot" pie?   The Wikipedia article doesn't really answer this.

With all the driving, I thought of lots of things I should have listed as blessings and a few new resolutions. These leftovers will have to wait until I'm a bit perkier.

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