#turkey pie

[patrickgaughan]

Shepherd's Turkey Pie A shepherd's pie made with ground turkey has an extra helping of vegetables because the mashed potato topping is mixed with flavorful cauliflower. 2 tablespoons low-sodium Worcestershire sauce, 1.5 pounds ground turkey, 1/2 head cauliflower separated into florets, 4 potatoes cut into chunks, 2 cups chicken broth, 1/2 onion chopped, 1 tablespoon olive oil, salt and ground black pepper to taste, 1.5 cups frozen peas, 3 carrots shredded

[hiatusuniverse]

Shepherd's Turkey Pie Recipe Because flavorful cauliflower is added to the mashed potato topping of a shepherd's pie made with ground turkey, there is an additional serving of vegetables.

[rolandcrawford]

Shepherd's Turkey Pie A shepherd's pie made with ground turkey has an extra helping of vegetables because the mashed potato topping is mixed with flavorful cauliflower.

[mytinyblackheart]

Shepherd's Turkey Pie - European A shepherd's pie made with ground turkey has an extra helping of vegetables because the mashed potato topping is mixed with flavorful cauliflower.

[ronniefein]

Matzo Topped Turkey Pie

Our first night Passover dinner always includes turkey. My grandmother served turkey on Passover, my Mom did too and so I follow our family tradition.

Also, because we are a family where some of us eat dark meat and some eat white, I roast a whole turkey (instructions here).

I change the seasonings and basting fluids from time to time. Sometimes I flavor the bird with Balsamic vinegar-ginger-pineapple and sometimes with sweet white wine and thyme, sometimes a simple sprinkle of salt, pepper, garlic and parika and a cup or two of orange juice.

My daughter Gillian is our family carver. She is so adept at carving turkey that in another century she would have had a job at some royal household or other.

There is always leftover turkey.

That means we have turkey pot pie at some point during the holiday.

Here’s my recipe for Passover Turkey Pie. Matzo crust of course!

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MATZO TOPPED TURKEY POT PIE

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 medium onion, sliced

4 carrots, peeled and sliced 1/2-inch thick

2 medium all-purpose potatoes, peeled and cut into bite size chunks

4 cups chopped cooked turkey

1-1/2 to 2 cups leftover chopped cooked vegetables

2-1/2 tablespoons potato starch

3 cups stock

matzo

1 large egg

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Heat the olive oil in a sauté pan over medium heat. Add the onion and cook, stirring occasionally, for 2-3 minutes. Add the carrots and potatoes and cook for 3-4 minutes. Add the turkey and vegetables and stir to distribute the ingredients evenly. Sprinkle the potato starch on top and mix it into the ingredients. Pour in the stock and cook, stirring occasionally, until the sauce has thickened slightly. Spoon the ingredients into a casserole dish. Depending on the size of the casserole, soak one or two sheets of matzo in cool water briefly to soften the pieces. Press out extra liquid with paper towels. Place the matzo on top of the ingredients. Brush with beaten egg. Bake for 25-30 minutes or until crispy on top.

Makes 4-6 servings

[daily-deliciousness]

Creamy turkey shepherd's pie

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, November 23.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Oh, what might have been. It would have been full of pictures and gifs of Hank Schrader doing miscellaneous Hanktivities: looking very smiley, looking very fierce, laughing, wearing shades, pointing guns, wearing DEA jackets and badges and lanyards, and, of course, perching on the toilet. We would have called it Happy Hanksgiving. It would have been great. 

Sadly a decision was made. So, for those who would have enjoyed Hanksgiving, here's a Snoopy gif to make amends. For those who wouldn't, well, looks like it all worked out just fine. And there's more than enough Snoopy to go around. 

Enjoy the popcorn. And however you mark today, we can only wish peace, love, and lots of good folk and lots of good food for all y'all. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate. 

[shutinthenutouse]

[fattributes]

Curried Turkey Pot Pie

[tatdritt]

Y’all love these?? So here’s another one

[oh-bother-stickers]

[something-tofightfor]

Smutsgiving 2023: Pumpkin Pie and Whipped Cream / Agent Whiskey

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x female reader

Word Count: 1,178

Warning: NSFW.

Author's Note: I have missed writing for my favorite cowboy like you would NOT believe. This is the second prompt I settled on - and I wanted to keep it for last, but decided I couldn't wait anymore.

Smmary: You know what Jack wants.

“Hey, Tequila … can I take the rest of that home?” You pointed at the pie on the counter, eyes flicking from it to the man in front of you. “Since Jack couldn’t be here, I figured that if he comes back in the next couple days…” 

“‘Course.” He shrugged, nodding. “You can take the rest of the whipped cream, too. We won’t need it.” Perfect. 

An hour later, you were back at home, in your pajamas and unloading all of the leftovers from Statesman’s annual Thanksgiving dinner, the shelves of your refrigerator filled with the things that Ginger and Tequila had insisted you take. 

There had only been three absent Agents that year, and unfortunately, Jack was one of them. You didn’t know where he’d been - exactly - but if the text message you’d received that morning was any indication, he was on his way back home. And home means to me. 

It wasn’t new between you, but it was still uncertain, thanks to your chosen careers. And that meant having to understand that until retirement, there was always a chance that you and Jack would be apart on holidays. Doesn’t make it easier, though. 

With a quiet sigh and a frown, you spun away from the refrigerator and gasped at the sight of Jack leaning against the entryway pillar, his arms crossed. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” 

“Jack.” You barely finished the word before you were moving, sprinting across the room and throwing your arms around him. He returned the gesture, the man laughing quietly as he held you close. “You’re home.” 

“I am.” He only pulled away long enough to tilt your chin upward with two fingers, his lips set into the smirk that you’d first fallen for. “And nobody but you knows.” 

“We should take advantage of that, then.” You had a feeling that Ginger did know, but also knew that she wouldn’t spoil the time you had together unless it was necessary. “I brought home leftovers from dinner.” You leaned in, kissing him on the mouth briefly. “Including half of a pumpkin pie.” 

“You know that’s my favorite.” His smile widened, Jack looking past you and deeper into the kitchen. “But only if -”

“Oh, I got that, too.” Grinning, you went back to the refrigerator and opened it, pulling the pie and the can out. “He gave me both cans, and this one’s not full, but there’s still plenty.” 

You felt his hands on you again after he approached from behind, Jack sliding one large palm beneath your sweatshirt and along the skin of your stomach, urging you to press yourself against his chest. “Plenty for the pie, or plenty for what I really wanna do with it?” 

“Both.” His fingers curled slightly, and you continued. “I know you, Jack Daniels. And what you want.” 

Pulling out of his hold you turned to face him, holding out the can. He took it wordlessly, and once your hands were free, you used them to rid yourself of the sweatshirt you’d thrown on over the tank top you slept in, tossing it to the side and then moving to one of the stools in front of the breakfast bar. “Do you now?” He followed you, head cocked to the side. “You think that the first thing I want as soon as I walk in the door is -”

“Yes.” Biting your lip, you kept your eyes on him. “I know it is.” Jack popped the cap off of the can and then shook it, pushing his shoulders back. You watched him shamelessly, heat rising in your cheeks at the way his t-shirt stretched over his chest and the muscles in his arms flexed with the motion. “And if you tell me I’m wrong, you’re lying.” 

“You’re not wrong.” Arching a brow, Jack scoffed. “At all.” You laughed when he tilted his head back and raised the can, squirting a large dollop directly onto his tongue and groaning at the taste and then swallowing, licking his lips clean before clearing his throat. “Tastes good.” 

He had a sweet tooth - it was common knowledge for you and a few other Agents, but you were still unprepared when he closed the distance between you, holding the whipped cream up again, eyes locked with yours. “You gonna eat the whole can, Agent Whiskey?” 

“Maybe.” He paused before the next squirt, his eyes narrowed. “No, you know what?” Before you could reply, Jack’s aim changed and he was pressing the nozzle down just above your collarbone, the cold cream making you gasp when it collected on your skin. “Bet it’ll taste even better offa you.” 

You were speechless, the only sound you were capable of making a quiet moan when he suctioned hs mouth to your shoulder, his tongue sweeping over it to collect the sweetness there. He hummed, mouth exploring much more of your skin than was necessary before he straightened up. 

The look in his eyes was molten, and you knew without a doubt that Jack would not be using any of the whipped cream on pie in the near future - and that was perfectly fine with you. “Well?” Uncrossing your legs, you used both hands to grip the edge of the counter. “What’s the verdict?” Your heart was pounding, the limited contact after so many days apart making your body tense. “Is -”

“Think I need another taste.” He set the can down next to you and then reached for the hem of your shirt with both hands, easing it up and over your head. “Just to be sure.” 

You giggled at that, bracing yourself on the countertop and pushing your chest forward. 

The next spray landed on the swell of one breast, the chill of it peaking your nipple almost immediately - but Jack didn’t suck that away. Instead he flattened his tongue against your chest, licking it clean as you leaned forward and closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of his freshly-washed hair. Oh it’s good to have you home, Jack. 

He lapped at your skin, clearing the stickiness away and then lowering his head enough so that he could swirl his tongue around your nipple before drawing it between his lips and sucking. Your back arched - one hand rising from the counter’s edge to tangle in his dark locks, and the gentle tug you gave him urged him to release you with a pop, Jack meeting your gaze again. 

“Welcome home, Jack.” You nodded twice, fingers curling against his scalp. “I missed you.” 

“Missed you more, darlin’.” He took a breath and then kissed your chest again before making his way up your throat and to your lips, Jack’s capturing yours with a bruising intensity that contrasted with the sweet stickiness that lingered on them. “Lemme make it up to you?” 

It was an unnecessary question - and he knew it - but you still nodded in agreement, one hand reaching to your right. “You sure can.” His gaze dropped, the man watching as you curled your fingers around the metal cylinder. “But we’re bringing this with us.” 

— 

[yellowbrickramble]

Happy Friendsgiving!

No comic today because I'm visiting my parents across country for the holidays! This illustration is an homage to the 1980 CBS special, Thanksgiving in the Land of Oz, later re-released on VHS as Dorothy in the Land of Oz.

If you've seen it, you know the talking pie really does have the same default expression as the Yellow Brick Ramble version of Ozma.

If you want to give thanks to me for my comics, my patreon link is in my bio!

[kent-farm]

This year I’m just really thankful to get to know you. 🦃

—Nora to Iris, The Flash, “O Come, All Ye Thankful”

[theaccidentfactory]

just found out I am NOT invited to the family thanksgiving or christmas get togethers at my mom's house this year..... the worst part of this is now I have to learn how to cook thanksgiving dinner. what the fuck do you do with a turkey.

[readyforthegarden]

Happy Thanksgiving to all my lovies!!! I'm so thankful for all the friends I've made here and all the love we all continue to spread!!! love you all so much!