The world is full of mighty controversies: the Sams Club versus Costco debate; will soccer ever really catch on in the U.S.?; can angels really dance on the head of a pin?; does the cream go on top of the jam, or vice versa? Today, I bring another such pressing question to your attention: What is to be done with leftovers?
Not Thanksgiving leftovers. Those are in a category all their own. The leftovers I speak of are yesterday’s sloppy joes, Sunday’s mashed potatoes, and Thursday’s roasted carrots. All the tempting flotsam and jetsam of a week’s meals, calling your name every time you open the fridge. While some people are strongly opposed to eating leftovers (or regularly feed so many people that leftovers are a rare occurrence), I have a deep affection for them. Of course, there’s always the little dish of broccoli that gets ignored, or the plate of oven-roasted potatoes that never tastes quite as good the second day — even when refried. But, growing up, my siblings and I were experts at either recreating a previous day’s meal for our lunch or using elements of it to concoct something new.
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