This is on the QT, readers. It’s a synonym for “cleaning out the frig.” Don’t tell my husband, as he’s allergic to anything that grows or moves and leftovers do not hold a kind place in his great heart.
Except for culinary innovations, new dishes his dearest wife prepares with thought and care.
Yesterday I had a beautiful small butternut squash that I wanted to roast for a curried soup this weekend. A little olive oil, salt and pepper and it was ready to go, but that’s another story.
I had two perfect young carrots roasted the other day, and two potatoes baked when we decided to go out to dinner. I added a small onion and roasted all together, keeping the squash in for longer of course.
Then I cooked some stellette (little stars) while I chopped and sauteed all the veg, including some Campari tomatoes plus a piece of kielbasa I had in the frig. The pasta was drained and the rest placed on top and we had a new dish! He liked it and didn’t even want Parmigiano Reggiano on top!
It gives cooks everywhere hope that the word leftover is no longer a bad thing. I once told my mother-in-law that anytime we had leftovers he’d just say “let’s go out” and I asked what she did when he was a kid living in the country. “Eat your dinner.” ‘Nuff said. Except that my steak, cooked rare on the grill, makes his steak and eggs in the morning something special and he loves it.
As I only have seven blogs to go ’til 2,000 perhaps that’s an idea. It is unfortunately one, after he reads this, that my husband will not embrace. Grandma’s Wisdom? Putting together things that are home cooked and renewing them for another day. It’s not Sandra Lee with a box of this and can of that. It’s good home-cooked food that is re-invented.
Oh, he’ll read this tomorrow and really hate it and won’t help me change over if I decide to do it! We’ll see. I’d still keep the stories and family and politics in it, whatever the concept. But I may be away for a few weeks so y’all take care. Dee
Cooking with Dee 