On the tenth day of Christmas…..
ten dishes of leftovers in the fridge.
I love leftovers. I really do. They are the best. I love having food already prepared, easily warmed and served–especially during the week when our schedules tend to get a little busier.
Over the holidays I did more cooking than usual. Today it caught up with us, and oh the joy of having leftovers to pull from to feed folks after a busy evening away from home!
And in a timely coincidence, there were ten different dishes of leftovers to choose from.
Sweet potatoes with apples and cranberries
Chicken Sloppy Joes
My Brother’s Biscuits which taste so much like Mama’s (enough to bring a tear to my eye, thankful he left us the rest of them left over from our supper last night)
We have enjoyed our mix-matched suppers, and I’m pretty sure we have one or two more left in there. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I wouldn’t be better off to spend my weekend cooking, so every night of the week could look like tonight. Something to ponder anyway.
Tonight I’m thankful for leftovers and for a family who enjoys eating them. I shudder to think what life would be like if they didn’t love them. I’m thankful for the dishes that taste better the second and third time around, but most of all, I’m thankful for my brother and the biscuits he made before he and his family headed out. They taste like home and family. Now there’s something I could enjoy every single day.
Love to all.