I love pumpkin pie. Steve knows this and, being the thoughtful person that he is, bought one for Thanksgiving dinner. Dinner was just the two of us. Steve's not big on pumpkin pie. You see where I'm going with this. Can I actually eat a whole pumpkin pie? Yes, I can. Not in one sitting, but it's only been two days and half the pie is gone. A slice is calling to me now. Pumpkin pie for breakfast. Yum.
Last night, dinner consisted of turkey, stuffing, green beans, and cranberry sauce (and pie). Leftovers. "Yum," I said cheerfully, genuinely. "Thanksgiving dinner #2."
"Yes," Steve said. "And tomorrow night will be Thanksgiving dinner #3."
You see, although it was just the two of us, he sort of cooked for six. I don't mind. This particular spread only comes once a year and I love all of the traditional foods. Thursday night, Steve tossed out the turkey's big breast bone thingy. "Your mom would have frozen that," I said. "You know what she'd say."
"Yeah," he said. "She'd say it makes great soup."
Still he tossed it. I'm thinking he's nearing his turkey limit for the year. *g*
Even if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, I'm betting there are leftovers of some sort in your fridge. Inquiring minds (meaning moi) want to know... what's the last food you had for two or three days running?