Turkey Tracks: Goodbye John

Turkey Tracks:  February 10, 2013

Goodbye John

It’s hard to say goodbye forever.

Even after an illness of 4 years–years that now seem very short.

John Michael Enright, my husband of 47 years (on May 28th 2013), died of an aggressive prostate cancer January 7, 2013.

This picture was taken in September of 2011 at the Waterfront Restaurant in Camden, Maine.  You can see he is wearing his Schooner J&E Riggin hat.

John, Waterfront, Sept 2011

The end came very fast.  We had gone out to lunch on Friday, January 5th.  And, he ate and enjoyed a very good lunch, despite having been “off” food for the past ten days or so, eating only a little and fussing about what was on his plate a lot.  On Saturday he was very tired.  Friend Dave Miramant came to repair the back screen door and visited for a bit.  After Dave left, John put his head down on the table and said, “I’m so tired.”  He spent the rest of the day in his reading chair by the fireplace.  We had a nice evening downstairs watching tv series we like, and he climbed the stairs ok.  But, toward dawn on Sunday, he “crashed.”  His legs stopped working after he got up for a bathroom visit.  He just seized up somehow, catching us all by surprise.  I knew he was getting much sicker, but…

Hospice came Sunday morning, and we began morphine to help with his breathing.  He did not complain of pain.  I stayed next to him all night Sunday so I could help with whatever he needed and could give him tiny, tiny doses of morphine through the night.  Our regular hospice nurse came on Monday morning, and it was clear that John had entered the dying process.  His sister Maryann got here late morning, having left Boston at 7 a.m.  She and I were with him as he drifted away, one of us on each side of him, about 2 p.m.

Friends came immediately.  Dick and Cassie Snyder.  Margaret Rauenhorst.  Dave Miramant and Dee Webster.  Maryann and I washed John’s body and figured out what clothes to send him off in for the cremation he had chosen.  The Long Funeral Home here were absolutely terrific.  I cannot recommend them highly enough.  And then we began planning the funeral, calling friends and family, and grieving together.  Our children arrived on Thursday with all the grandchildren, who have very much been part of John’s cancer from the beginning.

The funeral was January 12th and the Congregational Church in Camden.  The church was full of family and friends, many of whom came from long distances to be with us and to celebrate John’s life.  John would have been proud and pleased with the service, especially as a beautiful young woman with a great voice sang “Danny Boy.”   The reception following the service was also at the church and was catered by Lani Temple of Megunticook Market.  It was lovely, as I knew it would be when she agreed to do it on such short notice.

Here is John’s obituary:

John Michael Enright

1942-2013

John Michael Enright, 70, died at home, Monday, January 7, 2013, with his wife Louisa and his sister Maryann Enright at his side.  John chose the outstanding staff of Kno-Wal-Lin Hospice and Dr. Ira Mandel to manage the last stages of his cancer, and they kept him so comfortable that he was out in the community up until the Saturday preceding his death. 

John attended St. Clements High School (1960) and Tufts University (1964), both in Medford, MA.  He graduated from Tufts with a BA in Government .  Having completed the Tufts’ ROTC program, John was sworn in as an officer in the United States Air Force and was assigned to the 544th Aerospace Reconnaissance Technical Wing at Offutt Air Force Base in Offutt, Nebraska, where he worked in intelligence (1964-1968).  At Offutt, he met and married, in 1966, Louisa Philpott Enright, the daughter of Lt. Gen. Jammie M. and Lucy Bryan Philpott.

John worked at Planning Research Corporation from 1968 to 1992, first working in Intelligence Systems and then moving to Civil Systems in 1978, where he was made a Vice President.  He worked at Andover, MA-based Dynamics Research Corporation from 1992 to 2004 as their Washington, DC, marketing representative.

John and Louisa lived in Falls Church, VA, from 1968 to 2004.  John, at 32, was elected to the Falls Church City Council in 1974, the youngest councilman ever elected at that time.  He was a Commissioner of the Northern Virginia Planning District.  He retired to Camden, Maine, in 2004, and John often expressed that these years were the happiest of his life. 

In Camden, John was on the Board of Directors of the Camden Area Futures Group, The Coastal Counties Workforce, The Camden Conference, and The Community School.  And, John served as Roger Moody’s Treasurer during Moody’s two successful campaigns for Knox County Commissioner.  John was a member of the Camden Rotary and the MidCoast Forum for Foreign Relations.     

John was predeceased by his parents, John Joseph Enright and Norah T. O’Connell of Ireland and Somerville, MA.  John is survived by his wife, Louisa; his sister Maryann Enright, a Sister of Saint Joseph in Boston, MA, and his brother, James Gerard Enright of Surprise, AZ; his sons and his daughter-in-laws J. Michael Enright and Tamara Kelly Enright and Bryan J. Enright  and Corinne Casacio Enright of Isle of Palms, SC; and his grandchildren Bowen, Kelly, Talula, Wilhelmina,  and Ailey. 

John’s life was celebrated at the Camden Congregational Church in a service led by T. Richard Snyder and Maryann Enright, csj.  The Long Funeral Home has a memory book and information on donations to local organizations at their web site, www.longfuneralhomecamden.org.  And, donations can be made also to Kno-Wal-Lin Hospice, 170 Pleasant St., Rockland, ME 04841.    

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In the funeral program, we also listed Camden First Aid, Restorative Justice, and The Community School as worthy sites for donations.  If you are interested in any of those, addresses are on the Long Funeral Home site.
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There is only one other thing to say at this moment, and that is that if John had it to do over again, he would not have done one single thing about the prostate cancer–a plan that is now recommended by the main prostate cancer oversight group.  John did not have the “usual suspect” kind of prostate cancer.  He had one of the growing number of aggressive prostate cancers.  Nothing mainstream medicine did slowed it down for long.  At our very first “discovery” meeting, we were told that the average for this type of prostate cancer was 5 years.  John’s felled him in 4 years.
So, if you have ever wondered why I research and write about food and the human body, know that it is because that work is one way for me to try to get people to realize that we cannot continue down this path we are all following.  We cannot continue—well, we can, actually, but the results will be what we are all now seeing:  massive amounts of cancer among people we love, among…ourselves.  The reason my essays are called “Tipping Points” is because I want to know where the Tipping Point will come when people will say “enough.”
John’s death was more than enough.  John was, in fact, never sick.  That John could get cancer is akin to one of the canaries in the mines, to the frogs in the pot of heating water.  Wake up folks!  No one is really searching for “the cure.”  Industry is searching for more ways to sell you drugs that “might” cure cancer or control it.  The cure can only be cleaning up the world we’ve degraded since World War II.  The cure is refusing to eat poisoned food, to breathe poisoned air, to drink poisoned water, to put poisons on or near our skin.  The cure is to pay attention to real science, not paycheck science created by industry.  The cure is to break the grip that industry has gotten on all of our lives and to create rules that are good for people.
I will leave you with one more picture, taken in May 1966:
1966 2 John & Louisa's Military Sword Walk
 OK, here’s one more.  The man I married and loved for so many years:
1968 02 Captain Enright

The father of my two beloved sons, born 14 months apart:

1968 4 John with the boys

The beloved grandfather of five (and soon to be 6) grandchildren:

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Goodbye, John.  May you rest in peace and love.  We hold you in our hearts.  Always.

Turkey Tracks: Camden Snow Bowl: View From the Top

Turkey Tracks:  January 5, 2013

Camden Snow Bowl:  View From the Top

My friend Marsha Smith–a founding member of Citizens for a Green Camden–for which she works tirelessly and for which she has done so much good work–sent me this picture of her 9-year old grandson–taken at the top of Ragged Mountain.  The recent snow meant folks could ski the whole mountain, which many of them are doing as often as they can.

Look at the view from the top!

That’s Megunticook Mountain to the north; Penobscot Bay is out there; and Hosmer Pond is the white, frozen expanse below Ragged Mountain.

Devon, Marsha's grandson

It takes a good 10 minutes to ride the lift all the way up–which I have done in the summer–so the downhill run must be so much fun if you ski.

Cl;early this young man is already an accomplished skier!

A link to Green Camden is on the right sidebar of this blog.

Turkey Tracks: Wild Maine Male Turkeys’ Behavior Explained

Turkey Tracks:  January 5, 2013

Wild Maine Male Turkeys’ Behavior Explained

The phone rang last night–mid evening.

My first cousin, Rusty Bryan had just read the blog entry about the strange behavior of our wild Maine male turkeys.

Rusty has forgotten more about hunting, fishing, farming, and wild turkeys than most of us will ever know.

The juvenile wild male turkeys, or jakes, he said, were being “schooled” by the older males, the toms.  The behavior I witnessed is something he has seen many times.

What followed was a delightful phone visit and a promise on his part to come to Maine to eat lobster and to check out our wild turkeys–and a promise not to shoot my “yard turkeys”–a promise he made after a hearty laugh and the acknowledgment that he knew I’d feel that way.

We also lamented the fact that maybe none of us wrote down how his mother, Martha Dykes Bryan, used to cook wild turkey.  You can’t cook them like a domesticated turkey–and the legs are always too tough to eat no matter what you do.  But I’ve eaten the wild turkey breast many times in Reynolds, Georgia, growing up, and it’s fabulous–when cooked right.  The recipe went something like this memory–she put the seasoned turkey in a closed, heavy pan, cooked it at 500 degrees for one (or two?) hours, and then let it sit in the oven for some time–over night???  Rusty said that wild turkeys have a lovely layer of fat just under the skin that can baste the meat gently if not overcooked.

People up here say that our turkeys don’t get a lot of food that makes the meat taste good, but I think it’s that they don’t know how to really cook them the way my Aunt Martha did.  In any case, if there’s ever a food shortage and we need meat, I’ll know just where to look!!!

Sadly, Rusty has not been able to hunt wild turkeys for many years now.  The land has all been bought and busted up by new owners from Atlanta and elsewhere and put into hunting clubs–so there’s no land for Rusty to hunt anymore.  It’s sad to see a cherished way of life disappear.

Turkey Tracks: Winter Male Turkeys

Turkey Tracks:  January 4, 2013

Winter Male Turkeys

Just before we got the BIG SNOW last week, the turkeys were visiting regularly.  One night a group of males nested in the trees just beyond the chicken coop–and answered back as I talked to them while locking down the coop for the night.  They are so HUGE up there high in the tree tops.

Right now, the hens and males are traveling in two separate bands.  But, we have seen them moving closer together recently.  I think they start mating up here sometime in February.  Or, maybe it’s just that they start forming separate, smaller bands, each with a male and a grouping of hens.  I can’t think the hens lay eggs and sit on them in two feet of snow!

Anyway, one day a larger-than-average group of males was all around the house–included were some younger males–clearly still juveniles.  (Average is about five males.)  The turkeys formed a line that swept, serpentine in movement, all around the back hill.  The line formed and reformed as different turkeys, mostly the juveniles I think, were pushed out of the band and rejoined it.  Occasionally one of the larger males would flare up his feathers and spread his tail.  All their heads were bright red–not the blue associated with mating.

Here they are in a brief, calmer moment.  In looking at the picture, maybe some were hens, though it seemed at the time like they were all males.

Dec 2012 male turkeys

I have no idea what was happening.  But it sure was fun to watch, which I did for about 15 minutes as the line moved erractically around the hill.

Rusty Bryan, any ideas????

Turkey Tracks: Handmade Winter Snow Globe by Kathy Daniels

Turkey Tracks:  January 4, 2013

Handmade Winter Snow Globe By Kathy Daniels

Coastal Quilters had their annual Christmas party early in December.  As part of the festivities, we had a Yankee Swap.  Though I’m sure other members think they wound up with the best gift, I came home with the BEST swap ever–a handmade snow globe, made by member Kathy Daniels, who is an art quilter.

Here’s a picture:

Winter Globe

The insert on the inside of the globe has two fabric sides–both made by Kathy.  The tree side has white fabric for snow, blue fabric for sky, and tiny trees thread-painted with her sewing machine.  The stars are embroidered onto the sky fabric.  Here’s a close-up, sans most of the snow:

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The other side is a tiny bare bush that is dotted with French knots that make up red and white berries.  Kathy has couched a line of frayed, fuzzy thread to separate the snow and the sky.

Winter Globe 2

Kathy says this project was not hard.  There’s probably a kit somewhere for the apparatus itself–and the interior fluid.  The outer ball is soft plastic, not hard, so one does have to be gentle with it.  It came in a large box that I will use to store it when spring makes itself felt.

I have shaken up the snow and watched it fall so many times now since early December.  Something about watching the falling snow is soothing.  The action slows one down for at least a minute!    It’s a gift that will keep on giving–full of creativity and promise.

Kathy did a trunk show for Coastal Quilters some time back, before she moved to Camden from elsewhere in Maine, so there is another entry about her, with pictures of her and some of her amazing quilts , elsewhere on this blog.  And, her web site is http://studiointhewoods.blogspot.com/.  I’m sure you’ll find lots of good quilt pictures and fiber art projects on Kathy’s blog.

Enjoy!

Turkey Tracks: Chickens Start Laying Again

Turkey Tracks:  December 31, 2012

Chickens Start Laying Again

Our chickens stopped laying sometime in October.

That’s ok, because they need a break.  By Easter time, most of our hens are laying every day and only slack off as the summer progresses.

The chickens who are a year old molt in the fall.  They are the worst-looking, most pitiful little things until they grow in new, glossy, glorious feathers.  It takes all their energy and LOTS of protein to grow in new feathers.  Besides, laying eggs is an awesome and involved task.  They just plain need to rest so I have never put light on them to extend the normal light quotient of the days.  I do put a red light if the temperatures drop below zero.

Just before Christmas, chickie Valentine, a Freedom Ranger, laid an egg.  Valentines eggs are HUGE.

A few days later, Pearl, the younger Wheaten Americauna laid a stunning blue egg–great color and shape.  (I know it was Pearl because I saw her making a bed in one of the egg boxes and because Nancy, who is now almost 4 years old, is still growing in feathers.)

And a few days ago, Pearl and Rosie, my only Copper Black Maran female now, gifted us with two eggs.

Aren’t they pretty?  That chocolate brown egg is characteristic of the Marans.

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Then, we got the big snow, and the chickens are locked into their cage/coop arrangement–which they hate.  Even if I opened the coop, they would not come out.  Wisely, they know they are sitting ducks in the snow and with all the bare bushes that offer little protection from a swooping bird predator.  You will recall that’s how we lost a huge Maran female two winters ago.

This morning I took them some leftover meat and pancakes, with some milk poured over–alongside their normal grain feed.  Pearl was investigating egg boxes again.  I predict we’ll have another egg before long.

I am a bit surprised as in previous years, the hens didn’t start laying again until the days got longer.  I had expected Blackbird, the little hen we let Chickie Sally (eaten by the fox in August) raise this summer, to start laying her first eggs any day now as she is a full five months old.  Blackbird is a Wheaten/Maran cross, and she’s solid black with a small comb.  She’s beautiful.  Her eggs will be an olive green color.

Blackbird is also the low bird on the chicken pecking order, so she’s fairly stressed when she’s locked in with all of the hens.  Pearl, the former low bird, chases her endlessly.  Rosie, the head chick, is mean to everyone but Valentine, who is twice her size.  No one messes with Valentine.

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Turkey Tracks: Big Snow in Maine

Turkey Tracks:  December 30, 2012

Big Snow in Maine

We have at least 2 to 2 1/2 feet of snow on the ground–from two separate storms I think.

The plow/shovel guys have been here three times in three days.  By late afternoon yesterday, they had us all plowed and shoveled out.  But, it snowed all night, and when I went out to let the chickens out of their coop and to feed them, the snow was almost to my knees again.

This last snow was light and fluffy–the earlier ones were heavy, wet, hard to shovel, and packed down almost right away.

Here’s what our back deck looks like now–I had cleaned the hot tub top yesterday and will have to shovel a path to it and get that snow off the top today–otherwise, as it melts it forms a heavy sheet of ice that is murder to get off:

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Here are our back woods–coated with snow and looking like they are decorated with spun sugar.

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Here’s John’s funky bird house and the blue birdhouse Bryan gave me last year.  We hang lots of birdhouses around our woods as the birds go into them for shelter in the cold.  Often, the birds will cram themselves into one birdhouse so they can share warmth.

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More spun sugar.  When the snow falls straight and light–with no wind–you get upright, thin layers of snow on all the surfaces that will hold the snow.

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We love WINTER in Maine!

Turkey Tracks: Christmas Day Dinner

Turkey Tracks:  December 29, 2012

Christmas Day Dinner

We’re almost at New Year’s Eve, so I better post about our Christmas dinner feast.  Included are some lovely recipes.

As I write, we’ve got a foot of snow on the ground, which makes me so happy.  I love winter so much up here in Maine.  It’s not just the crisp cold, the brilliant night skies, the full moon that is so bright you can read a book by it, the long nights that lend themselves to quiet reflection and many fun projects, it’s the quiet times one has with friends.  Christmas Day Dinner was one of those times.

Over the years, we’ve had many a holiday dinner with Sarah Rheault and various members of her family and/or with Margaret Rauenhorst and Ronald VanHeeswijk.  We’ve met at any one of our houses, depending upon what is going on at the moment.  This year, the dinner was at our house and Sarah, her son Chrisso (in from Louisiana), and Ronald were present.  ( Margaret is in Minnesota with her mother, who has just been moved to a nursing home.)

Sarah and Chrisso brought the most fabulous hors d’oeuvre (salmon, trout, and a whole brie heated and topped with a cranberry sauce).  And, Chrisso put together a cheese plate to eat after the salad.  Filled with 5 or 6 special cheeses, it was a divine treat over which we lingered for some time.  Sarah made her traditional cranberry pudding with a hard sauce for dessert–which we all love.  And Chrisso brought a chocolate pound cake that he and his fiance Melanie made back in Louisiana.

For the main course, we had a standing rib roast, scalloped potatoes, kale blanched and reheated in brown butter, and “southern” cornbread, made with no flour in a hot cast-iron skillet coated with melted fat–in this case, butter–in a very hot oven.

I wasn’t sure if John’s sister Maryann would be with us, so when Chrisso said he would be coming, I called Curtis Custom Meats and asked it I could switch my grass-fed 3-rib roast to a 4-rib roast–and they were so lovely and said it would be no trouble at all.  When Maryann and I picked it up last Saturday, I could see that it was a HUGE piece of meat.  Here it is, alongside some items like the small bowl and the carrot, so you can see what HUGE looks like:

4-rib standing rib roast

I’ve used a Julia Child recipe for standing rib roasts for a half-dozen years now, and it’s all really simple.  Let the meat sit out at room temperature for AT LEAST two hours (especially for a roast this size); heat the oven to 325 degrees; salt, pepper, herb, etc., the outside; put the bone side down and the fat side up; and cook the meat until a meat thermometer hits 120 degrees ON THE SHORT END OF THE ROAST–at least a rib from the end.  A roast this size takes about 2 to 2 1/2 hours to cook–depending on how cold the inside is when you start.  Let the roast sit on the oven for at least 15-30 minutes to let the juices reassemble themselves.  Put a cover on the roast if you think you need to.  (Julia cooks this roast so that it is done an hour ahead of when you want to eat it–and she sits the pan over a large pot of hot (not boiling, not even simmering) water.  She covers it with the lid of another roasting pan.)

Carving is dead simple–especially if Curtis Custom Means has precut the bones so that they are only attached at the base of the roast and tied all together.  You slice off the bones in an arc–releasing the roll of meat.  Cut the bones into separate pieces so that anyone who wants to chew one can. Then slice the roll of meat as you like it–into slabs or into thin strips.  (I use the leftover bones to make a bone broth the next day.)

Fabulous!

The kale is also dead easy.  Rinse the kale in the sink.  I used FOUR bunches for 5 to 6 people.  Here’s how much I started with:

kale

Put on a big pot of water to boil.  Rinse each kale leaf, rip the green from the stalk, and when the water in your pot boils and you’re all done de-stalking the kale, drop the leaves into the water and let it cook for about 5 minutes–or less if your kale is smaller and more tender.  This blanching makes the kale sweet.  (The chickens get the stalks and delight in eating the bits of green leaf remaining.)  Drain off the kale into a colendar, run cold water over it until you can handle it with your bare hands.  Squeeze out the water, roughly chop the wilted leaves on a chopping board, and put them into a bowl until you are ready to reheat them in a big dollop of butter (at least 1/2 cup) that you have allowed to just get toasty, light brown in a skillet–a step you do at the last minute.

Here’s what the kale looks like wilted.  You can see how much it wilts down:

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Scalloped potatoes are also dead easy to cook.  You can put them together and mostly cook them and just reheat them while someone is carving the meat.

Start with boiling potatoes (not russets).  Peel and slice into thin rounds (under 1/4 inches)–putting the slices into a bowl of water so they don’t brown.

sliced potatoes in water

If you’re going to cook ahead, heat the oven to 400 degrees and grease a 2-inch high pan with butter.  (I used a square pan this time.)  You could also run a cut clove of garlic over the pan before buttering if you feel up to it.

Grate some cheese (good swiss or cheddar) and cut a bit of onion into fine dice:

cheese and onion

Drain the potatoes in a colendar and dry them in a towel:

drying potato slices

Assemble the dish.  Put a layer of potatoes on the bottom.  Top with a tiny bit of onion and a handful of cheese.  (You could salt each layer lightly if you like–sometimes I forget and just salt the top–the milk you add washes it all together.)  Top with more potatoes.  If you are cooking ahead, I don’t put cheese on the top.  If you are not, put cheese on top.  Pour at least a cup of milk over the whole dish.  If you heat the milk, the dish will cook faster–say 30 minutes.  If not, it takes longer (45 or so–which is why putting the cheese on the top will get too brown.)  If cooking ahead, cook until most of the milk is absorbed and the potatoes are softening–remove and let sit on the stove or a counter and dot the top with butter and reheat while someone is carving the meat–about 10 minutes.  You’ll know when the dish is cooked–the top will have crispy brown bits and potatoes will be soft and the milk will be gone.

Delicious!!!  Reheats well the next day, too.

Here’s the table ready to go–graced with our old, old (now) tablecloth and the Fosteria red glasses I got for my wedding almost 47 years ago now.  That’s horseradish cream in the bowl in the center–equal parts of sour cream (I used my fermented piima cream) and horseradish.  I also cut this mixture with some fresh raw heavy cream.

Christmas dinner 2012

This Christmas Day Dinner was about food, friends, and not a lot of fancy decorations.  In the background, you can see a tv tray with 3 sprouting amaryllis and some paper white narcissus–which will cheer us in January.  This window is the only window that does not have outside roof overhangs and that gets the weak winter sun.  My sisters will smile as they will recall our mother and her wintering over of plants in glass jars with dangling roots and dingy water–something I always didn’t like to see in the dining room.  But, here they are as we love having their outrageous flowering in the dead of winter.

Sarah is British–and that means she finds us what she calls Christmas “Crackers” for dinner entertainment.  Here are a few left in the original box.

Christmas crackers in box

Here’s one alone:

Christmas crackers

You cross your arms, holding your “cracker” in one hand, and the people on either side of you pull your cracker apart (and it “pops” with a kind of firecracker fire) as you sharply pull one of theirs.  Out fall toys, tiny games, a crown, and some fortunes.

Here we are with our crowns on:

Christmas dinner 2012 at table

One year I got a miniature deck of cards that I carry with me in my purse in case I get stranded at an airport and want to play solitaire or somesuch game.  This year I got a spinning top that spins beautifully.

The fortunes are a lot of fun:

Why do birds fly south in the winter?  Because they can’t afford to take the train.

What did the hat say to the scarf?  You hang around while I go on ahead.

What is grey and has four legs and a trunk?  A mouse going on holiday.

How do you make a band stand?  Hide all the chairs.

The fifth one got lost in the merriment.

THANK YOU SARAH AND CHRISSO.

We had such a nice time, and even though we ate and ate, we had a ton of leftovers.  So, everyone came back the next night to help us remedy the leftover situation.  And, again, we had a lovely evening.