“Taste my tuna casserole. Tell me if I put in too much fudge.” Woody Allen
I know a couple who have weathered many years of marriage together. I never talked to him past “How are you doing?” and “Nice day, isn’t it.” The wife, however, was a little more forthcoming about other parts of their life.
She told me that her husband absolutely refused to eat leftovers. At the end of every meal he insisted that she throw out any uneaten food. His reasoning had something to do with being a POW in WWII and having to eat awful things, that shouldn’t even be labeled as food, simply to stay alive.
I also went through some less than abundant period in my life. This led me in the opposite direction. I thrive on restructuring leftovers. I guess we all have our own paths to walk.
One of my current creations involved the African Stew that I recently posted. It seems, truth be told, that I put a bit too much peanut butter into the pot. Measuring for me should be compulsory. What to do?
On a whim, and in a pot, I mixed a quarter cup of the African Stew with a quarter cup of leftover Spanish Rice and a quarter cup of some simple chicken soup that I’d whipped up. The result is amazing. Good enough to serve to my husband for lunch on his day off.
A few toasted English muffins on the side with strawberries and fruity whipped topping for dessert will bring it all together.
At this point it would be easy to moralize and say something profound and boring. But I think Miss Piggy said it best. “You gotta go with what you got!”
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.