I miss them. I never cook turkey, so I never have leftovers. The last time I had Mom's croquettes was quite a while before Mom died. I have an anxiety thing since, when I was 3, I cut off part of my finger in the grinder when Mom was making these. She threw the mixture out. I remember I was extremely pissed off because I wasn't going to get any croquettes that year. Little kids have different priorites, and different little kids have some fairly bizarre ones.

One of these years, I'm going to make the full dinner, freeze some of the bad boys and eat 'em all year.