Good gravy

A few days ago, I made Jack some turkey meatballs for dinner. And by made, I mean I took frozen turkey meatballs out of the freezer and microwaved them and then mixed them in gravy. A gravy I did actually make on the stove, albeit from a mix. An organic mix.

Anyway.

So I made the gravy and put the remainder of it in the fridge for use the next time Jack had turkey meatballs. I am smart like that.

For lunch that day, I had made a can of potato and leek soup, but only ate half of it. So I put that in the fridge too. How very economical of me.

Today, I decided to eat the rest of my soup with a panini that Josh made me for lunch. So I pulled the container out of the fridge and heated it up.

You see where this is going don't you?

After taking two spoonfuls of it, I said to myself, "Self, that is some mighty salty soup. And it's a little thinner than I remember it. And ... darker."

Yes, I had just eaten gravy. Straight up gravy. With a spoon. Two heaping spoonfuls.

I am not sure that this is a sign I am pregnant and forgetful, lazy or simply a bad keeper of leftovers.