“So, we’re basically going to be having leftovers all week, right?” a certain Shiputzim son asked rhetorically.
His resigned tone of voice suggested that this was far from an ideal state of affairs.
However as far as I’m concerned, leftovers are our friends.
You see, in a normal week, I reserve the right to serve Shabbat leftovers at least on Sunday and usually on Monday as well.
After all, I figure, as long as I’m cooking for Shabbat, I might as well get a few weekday suppers out of it for the same effort.
But by Tuesday, the mumblings and grumblings tend to swell into a dull roar, and so any remaining leftovers are used for supplementation purposes only.
But on a week like this one – when we not only had company for Shabbat lunch but also hosted a large Purim seudah here in TRLEOOB* – I hold that the sheer quantity of leftovers exempts me from any further cooking. (That is, until I need to start thinking about this coming Shabbat IY”H.)
And now excuse me while I go prepare to quell any potential rebellions on the part of the young natives…
What’s your family’s approach to leftovers?
*TRLEOOB=the real life equivalent of our blog