Max VS "Gravy" Battle

There are many things i would like to say about this past week's experiment, but my brain and my fingers have been slowed by the perpetual state of meat coma my body has been in since Thursday so for the moment I leave you with this day after Thanksgiving tale.

As previously stated, Turducken produces pan drippings the like to not be found anywhere else on this planet. Upon removing the beast from the oven we were treated to approximately 3 inches of melted fat, most of which can be assumed to be the liquified duck. Realizing that this was far too much for any functional gravy. we drained the drippings into a deep white bowl and poured an adequate amount back into the roasting pan to use for gravy. The white bowl was covered and eventually placed in the fridge for future uses, and what was used in the pan eventually yielded a luxorious and creamy sauce. After dinner the remainer was placed in a former soup contained and also placed in the fridge, though towards the back in a not so obvious place due to space constraints.

Friday morning arrives and after attacking the remaining dishes with vigor Max decides he needs to consume some leftovers apparently downs not 1 but 2 (!) plates of turducken smothered in about a cup of gravy. Checking the fridge later I realize that the covering over the fat is slightly ajar but think nothing of it. You probably see where this is going....
An hour later, barreling down the highway towards wine country Max is nodding in and out of sleep and saying he just generally feels really really weird. He happens to mention his mid-morning turducken snack and how the gravy in the white bowl looked a little weird but damn it tasted good. So yes, Max covered his 2 plates of food in pure turducken fat and has somehow managed to live to tell the tale.