Every day without fail, my family ask the age old question, “What’s for dinner?”
I’ve cooked so many different meals. Some nights I need help. I’m almost begging for an idea. The last thing my family wants to hear is LEFTOVERS!
Around 6:45 p.m. if I’m not in the kitchen, or the family doesn’t smell anything cooking, they’ll ask… WFD? If my response is leftovers, their faces get long, and they get sick. Leftovers might as well be a four letter word. It’s definitely a bad word in my house.
I’ve tried using other word like” re-dos”, “replays” and “do-overs”. It doesn’t matter what I call it. Leftovers, include anything we’ve already had that is still hanging around in the refrigerator. Mr. Husband really doesn’t care for leftovers, but will eat them. He says it’s a shame to throw away food. He says it’s the same as throwing away money.
Mr. Husband is right. We’ve thrown away too much food/money. Leftover food goes in the refrigerator and stays until it expires. The next step is the garbage disposal. To keep that from happening, I had to get creative. Making leftovers appear as something other than leftovers is a magic trick.
Recently, we had leftover macaroni and cheese and roasted chicken. Reheating the chicken would dry it out for sure. Operation Leftover Makeover was in full affect. Generally, any leftovers that I reinvented are called “Tonya Helper.” To the mac and cheese, I added a can of cream of mushroom and a can of Rotel tomatoes. After de-boning and chopping chicken, it was added.
Wa-La! Re-dos in disguise! I served it with a salad and French bread. I am the woman!
Just warming leftovers, and presenting them looking like the first go round, never gets a favorable response. It has taken years for that to sink in. Now I have it!
Why do I cook so much?
I have a large family, and I can’t ever just cook a little. We’re subject to have two, or three of my children’s friends over at any time. Secondly, we are a very busy family. For that reason, I cook extra so that we can have leftovers. This frees me up from cooking every day, and we can eat before 9 p.m.
The Leftover Makeover seems to work pretty well. I wonder if they’ll ever figure it out?! For now it will just be my (our) little secret.
Cross post on latonyarichardson.com