Well, I never knew what I make, is called "gumbo". I'm a seat-of-the-pants cook and I have been concocting what you call gumbo for years. I just found that out now when I googled it.
I use the drippings that go into a pan under the bird with celery, onion, carrots and peppers in a bath of cider/water that steams the bird. Then when the bones are boiled, the two stocks are blended.
My wife calls what I make with the turkey-afters, a "thick stew-soup". One thing I always have in it, are the wild leek bulbs and leaves, which we dig in the woodlot after the snow goes out late April. Southerners call them, "ramps".
Locals here are amazed that we fry the leaves like crisp onions. They've been digging leeks in families here for 200 years and always tossed the leaves, only eating the bulb i.e. pickled or raw. None of them ever fried the leaves. We do that and also have them boiled or fried. We do all of it, all ways. We're not bound by local tradition. They are hard-rock Scots that arrived here during the 1820's. My ramp pulling Scots landed in S.C in 1710 and some trickled north. Do any of you fry the leaves?
Word of caution. After you eat them, especially fried tops, don't go near anyone that you like. On Lodge night, I am the only person sitting on that side of the Lodge room, when the call goes out, "Rich has been into the leeks".