Leftovers: A Blessing or A Curse?


We’re still eating turkey.

It’s been just over a week since Kurt and I roasted one to make up for the fact we didn’t get to on Thanksgiving Day. That I’ve been eating turkey all week (and still have more to eat) is all my fault. I saw our local store had some left and I hadn’t had home-roasted turkey in 23 years. I got excited by the prospect. I bought the smallest one they had, but it still weighed 19 pounds.

19 pounds of turkey for two adults. We knew we’d be eating that bird for ages, so we made mass quantities of side dishes to go with it. Result: a fridge full of leftovers.

Despite both of us eating turkey once or twice a day for a week, there is still some left. I like variety in my diet. I can usually stand to eat a favorite dish two or three days in a row, but even that gets old, and I start looking for something — anything! — else to eat. A week is seriously pushing it.

You’re thinking we should just freeze the leftovers and eat them in January, and you’re probably right. Only I keep thinking, “If we freeze the turkey, I’m going to have to cook.” And that’s where I get all conflicted about leftovers.

As I see it, the pros of leftovers are:
1) No cooking required. (Heating in a microwave is not cooking.)
2) I know exactly what I am going to get. The chance that something could go wrong is removed, and I can be certain that dinner will be a success, because it already was.
3) Dinner is ready whenever we are. It’s just minutes from fridge to table.
4) No pots or pans used, so clean-up is quick.

The cons?
1) Boredom. I’m tired of eating this meal over and over and over and over. (Check my back. I think I’m growing feathers.)
2) I know exactly what I am going to get. (I know, this was also on my pros list, but that’s because my surprise threshold moves around and there’s no telling if this will be a day where I am looking for adventure or clinging to the comfortable.)
3) The good stuff goes first. A day always comes when you stare into the fridge and say, “We’re down to brussel sprouts and mashed turnips” and try not to cry.
4) Most meals taste best fresh out of the oven.

But in all my thinking about leftovers, something came up that had nothing to do with convenience, boredom, or taste. What does “leftover” mean? It means there was so much food that everyone ate their fill and there was still food on the table.

And that’s when leftovers go into the blessing category to stay. Boredom is nothing compared with my gratitude when I realize that, unlike most of the people in this world, I get more than enough to eat. I live in a country where food is abundant, and I never go hungry. I can cook a meal that has so much food in it, some of it goes uneaten.

How can I best show gratitude for the abundance in my life? By doing my best to keep those leftovers from going to waste. Even the brussel sprouts and turnips.

I’ll be having turkey for lunch.

How do you feel about leftovers? Are they a burden? A blessing? Boring? Wonderful? Be sure to let me know what I forgot to mention.


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Kit Dunsmore

Kit Dunsmore has believed in the magic underlying the muggle world since she was a child searching for the Shetland pony pooka she was sure was hiding in her back yard. She learned early on that books were magic doors into other worlds, and that she could revisit a beloved character or place by opening the right book. As she grew, she decided she wanted to make magic with words, too. Today Kit writes about things she loves: poodles and dragons, witches and artists, quirky underdogs and loyal friends. Whether her setting is 6th-century England, the imaginary Twelve Kingdoms, or an art-obsessed version of modern America, magic always finds its way into her story. She enjoys turning fairy tales inside out and watching characters sacrifice everything to reach their goal, but she also believes in happy endings. When she isn't writing, Kit experiences magic by making things with her hands. Over the years, she's made quilts, fabric sculptures, collages, sweaters, and blank books. Her newest interest is learning how to spin her own yarn, a skill guaranteed to strengthen one of her many delusions: that she is a self-sufficient pioneer woman. She also thinks she is a hobbit, a witch, an artist, and a good cook. Living in the foothills of Colorado, Kit enjoys the giant skies and prairie landscapes which suit her need for wide open spaces. In addition to hiking through glorious scenery with her husband or imagining herself living in the Middle Ages, Kit works as a pillow for her miniature poodle and polishes the next small piece of her handmade life.

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