So tonight, as I was sitting through the okay-but-too-long-and-hokey Curious Case of Benjamin Button on the Upper West Side with a friend, Will was hard at work making more use of our smoked turkey bounty, along with a good bit of our stash of heavy whipping cream. Tonight’s dish, as he noted in the comments below, was a fine, creamy turkey tetrazzini, staple of 1950s leftover casseroles. I must say, the smoked meat elevated the dish from its traditional buttery blandness into something really quite sophisticated. It took another good chunk out of the bird, but now, between the stew and the casserole, our fridge is in danger of overflowing with very pungent leftovers. Next up: turkey hash?