Leftovers are my absolute favorite, and here's why.
I must admit, I relish the holiday season just like everyone else. The highlight for me is undoubtedly the holiday cuisine. At our home, I can confidently say, it’s the best.
The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is the undisputed queen of holiday cooking. She crafts the most delectable dishes, and my sole responsibility is to savor every bite. We both excel in our roles!
As long as the dish doesn’t contain broccoli, I’m all in. Broccoli has a peculiar way of confusing my taste buds, and I’d rather not delve into that.
It never ceases to amaze me how my wife can transform bags of groceries into the most mouth-watering meals.
While I adore the holiday feasts, there’s something I cherish even more. I must tread carefully here, as I don’t want to jeopardize my invitation to the next holiday banquet. Over the years, I’ve learned to be cautious about what I say and what I don’t.
What could be better than a holiday banquet? The answer is simple: leftovers.
My wife cooks in such abundance that there are always plenty of leftovers. If you know anything about her, you know she doesn’t waste food. We recycle as much as possible, including food. In our house, wasting food is a serious offense, and you don’t want to know the penalty!
Over the years, the quality of leftovers has only improved. The initial cooking is always superb, but I’ve discovered that leftovers can be just as good, if not better, than the original meal.
I never gave it much thought until recently. Our refrigerator was packed with food from our Christmas and New Year’s Day dinners. The table was set beautifully, and my family and I indulged in these holiday delights. Every bite was heavenly.
I reached a point where I was completely stuffed, just like everyone else at the table. Then came the dessert. The sight and aroma of it rekindled my appetite. When the call for dessert went out, I was the first to respond enthusiastically. I firmly believe in positive thinking, especially when it comes to dessert.
The next day, as my wife pondered dinner, she asked, “How about having leftovers tonight?” I absentmindedly grunted a positive response and returned to my book.
Soon, a delightful aroma wafted from the kitchen, and I heard the wonderful invitation, “Supper’s ready. Let’s eat.”
As I sat at the table, I marveled at the spread of leftovers. We always say a prayer before eating, and I must confess, it was a brief one because I was eager to dig in.
Every bite seemed more delicious than the last. How my wife can take leftovers and turn them into a culinary masterpiece is beyond me. I don’t need to understand it; I just need to enjoy it.
For the next week, we savored leftovers every evening. On the final night, the table wasn’t as full, and my wife informed me that it was the last of the leftovers.
My heart sank, realizing that the delightful aspect of holiday feasting was coming to an end. I never realized how much I loved leftovers until now. Perhaps it’s because I’m getting older, or maybe I’m just appreciating things I hadn’t before.
There’s a certain magic in transforming leftovers into something even more delicious than the original meal.
As I finished the last of the leftovers, I thought of something Jesus said after feeding the multitude: “When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, ‘Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost’” (John 6:12).
Even in my spiritual life, when God blesses me, there are leftovers that others can enjoy. A life so blessed, blesses everyone around.
By appreciating and utilizing leftovers, we not only enjoy delicious meals but also contribute to reducing food waste and saving money.
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