Better the next day

In doing a casual survey of friends and family, it turns out many people dislike leftovers.

I think this is probably to do with your upbringing, which is why you don’t like brussel sprouts/liver/meatloaf/turnip/insert your own food dislike here.

There’s nothing my Mom cooked which I dislike to this day.  And sometimes, my idea of a great breakfast consists of what’s left of dinner from the night before.

Since Scott and I are big eaters and I leave the door open while I’m cooking so that the neighbours can come and get some, it doesn’t happen often.  But when it does, we don’t mind a bit.

Do you?  Tell me your leftover stories.