I don’t like leftovers.
There… I’ve said it.
Leftovers are not the delicious, sensuous, culinary delights of a well-prepared meal from yesterday. They are the spare, waste residue from which I did not choose to partake 24-hours ago; so why would I want to eat the residual remains today?
When I was living in a family of five and six, I didn’t like leftovers for a meal. Living alone: I like them even less.
I like to clean the ample, mouthwatering servings from my plate, place my bread-mopped dishes in the dishwasher, and be done with the meal. For the next outing, I want something fresh. I want something inspiring. I want something new.
Does that make me spoiled? I don’t think so. I am culinarily spontaneous … gastronomically adventurous.
Now, truth be told… I do not prefer the unexplored food factions. I am a meat-and-potatoes kinda guy.
I feel no need to apologize for that.
I just blame Mom.
Written from a prompt found on http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/leftovers-sandwich/
A 150 word prompt – and 10 word grace.