Hijack for one of my favorite Stephen King stories: One year the Kings hosted a big reunion for wife Tabitha’s family. She cooked for days, and people brought food. One of the leftovers was a barely touched huge turkey.
So the King family ate leftover turkey: turkey and gravy, turkey surprise, turkey casserole, etc. One day Tabby served some nice, simple turkey sandwiches. His son Joe (now Joe Hill, the fantastic writer), then six years old, looked at them and screamed “WE GOT TO EAT THIS SHIT AGAIN?”
As King tells it: I didn’t know whether to laugh or smack the kid. As I recall, I did both.