Get Them While You Can: The Pleasure of Leftovers for Breakfast
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oeufs durs mayonnaise when we were in Paris!” Hubris always comes back to bite,
n’est-ce pas? Our children are great eaters, and it costs a fortune to feed them. They are uninterested in children’s menus in restaurants, they drool over the grass-fed pastured beef tenderloin at the local farmers’ market, and family sushi night practically requires a second mortgage.
Worse — they are acutely aware what a cardboard box in the fridge means: Fancy leftovers! What could it be? Ratatouille from a favorite local chef? Pad Thai from that chic Thai bistro down the street? Maybe half of a perfectly prepared, rare filet mignon!
If I want my leftovers, I have to eat them early. I can take almost any half eaten dish, sauté it in a pan, throw in a handful of microgreens, and crack an egg over the top. By the time the egg has reached over-easy perfection, the leftovers are crispy and the greens sufficiently wilted. If I’m quiet about it, I may even be able to finish half of it before the inevitable inquiry, accompanied by pleading eyes, “Whatcha’ got there?” And, yes, I always share, or at least
offer pancakes as a consolation.
Do you eat leftovers for breakfast? Are there rules about who can eat leftovers in your house? Does the early bird get the worm?
Related:
Dinner for Breakfast: Why Not?
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