Just the sound of that word would make my nose turn up and my mouth grimace as a child. "We're having leftovers? Really? UGH! I hate you, Mom!"
God, I was insufferable.
Maybe I just didn't like my mom's cooking enough to eat it a second time or I really did believe that mothers were superheroes and were able to work 40 hours, play chauffeur to sports-playing children and get dinner on the table.
Now I know that, quite possibly, my mom just needed a break to, you know, brush her teeth. I know that's what I do when I have a free minute. I now plan for leftovers - and eat them. I make big slow cooker meals to carry me through work lunches and one night a week is always designated for leftovers. If I'm feeling super inventive, I plan a double-duty dinner where it might be spaghetti and meatballs one night and meatball subs another.
That was not the case this week.
Pancakes "stuffed" with pumpkin fluff. Oh, fluff, how I've missed thee.
Leftover Kahlua pork in a whole wheat wrap with rice, teriyake sauce and pineapple salsa. Check out the plastic fork - I know how to keep it classy!
Slow cooker potato soup with cheese, bacon and green onions. Oh, and a dollop of sour cream. (Note: If you use that recipe, which I did, be sure to use an immersion blender just before serving. No one likes a super chunky potato soup.)
How often do you eat leftovers?