Leftover Turkey Enchiladas

Jerri’s and my parents grew up in the Great Depression, and they they did their best to teach us not to waste anything.  In the kitchen this meant cutting the meat off the bones and cooking the turkey carcass after Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner to make turkey broth.  Mom would package the meat for sandwiches…
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Better Than Mom’s Venison Chili

My grandparents did not hunt or fish, so I sometimes wonder how my parents came to do both.  Actually, my mother was not a hunter, but she could outlast all of us when the fish were biting. She caught the largest bullhead I have ever seen one evening when the mosquitoes had driven the rest…
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