Give me a bowl of yogurt, some fruit, and a piece of bread and jam and I am a happy girl. I just am not a big fan of eating savory leftovers at that time of day. The problem is, I’m not any more excited about eating them for dinner. And we won’t even talk about how little I want to eat them for breakfast!
Really, though, I’m not sure that my feelings about my leftovers really matter much. It’s silly to let food go bad simply because I don’t feel like eating it(or because I feel like eating something else). I’m just a spoiled American who is used to having tons of food and a multitude of food choices. Over the last few years I’ve been rereading the Little House books with my kids, and I’ve concluded that Laura and her family would think they’d died and gone to heaven if they got to eat my leftovers for lunch(or breakfast for that matter…they ate leftover (cold) jackrabbit stew some mornings. Bleah.) And it’s not just them that would be grateful…a lot of hungry people in our own day would be thrilled to eat my leftovers for breakfast, lunch or dinner as well.
I am very fortunate that my husband doesn’t share my disdain for leftovers at noon. Nearly every day he eats leftovers from the previous night with nary a complaint. Unfortunately, I’m not always successful at cooking just enough for the six of us(with one serving leftover for lunch), and thus, there are often leftovers for me to eat.
I’ve been working hard at eating my leftovers despite my disdain for them, but I can’t say that I’ve grown to love them. Maybe in time it will happen, but for now I’m just soldiering on, one leftover container at a time!