Leftovers
The scourge and salvation of my refrigerator
The scourge and salvation of my busy life.
They beckon
They repel
They disappear when you want them
They get lost in remote corners of the fridge
You didn’t know you have.
They bring smiles of remembrance
Of memorable dinners.
They wrinkle your nose
With rank odors and cheesy smells.
Friday’s family smorgasbord
Tomorrow’s lunch
Last month’s epic failure
Of a dinner best forgotten.
Leftovers
Who can live with them?
Who can live without them?
Leftovers - a definite winner in my book. No need to cook, just reheat and I even like them! Love your phrase "bring smiles of remembrance."
ReplyDelete