Back in my "old life" (first marriage), I used to cook a 22-24# turkey for the four of us. We didn't need 101 leftover turkey recipes--we had turkey/stuffing/potatoes/gravy/squash until the stuffing, potatoes and squash were gone, then we had hot turkey sandwiches. When it finally ran out in 7-9 days, and I served macaroni and cheese or whatever, my former husband would look disappointed and say, "No more turkey?" Bless his heart, he didn't like a lot of foods but he'd eat the same thing for a week if he liked it.
My now (and forever) husband is happy with whatever I plunk down in front of him, and if I don't feel like plunking anything, he'll eat cereal. We used to have a small turkey for the two of us, then stepped down to chicken. Now that I can't count on being up to cooking, we have spaghetti.
I don't really miss the turkey, but I miss Thanksgiving dinner with my parents, my brother, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins at my grandparents' house. Cranberry nut bread, pecan pie, daffodil cake...mmmm. Wish I could see them all again.
**My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:26)