Well, this is new. We apparently cooked so much last week that we will spend the whole week living off the dividends. Phil and I see this as a huge bonus. Ben is less enthused about a week of leftovers, and by “less enthused,” of course I mean that when he heard we were serving last week’s soup, he declared that he would just be having peanut butter toast for supper.
He kind of ate the big daddy burrito smothered in pork green chili sauce. He saved 3/4 of it for his lunch the next day and it was never seen or heard from again. Did he eat it? We don’t know. We have bigger fish to fry than languishing burritos.
Phil bought an unreasonable quantity of concord grapes. After dealing with the seeds and skins for what felt like an eternity to him, he declared them “untenable.” The grapes of wrath.
Last night we all had different leftovers, trying to chip away at our holdings. Tonight, we used the last of the shredded pork shoulder with half a dozen little cucumbers that had been waiting a long time for their moment to shine. The resulting Vietnamese dish was delicious.
September always moves at full tilt for us, even (apparently) when we are not cooking much. Next week, maybe we’ll get it right, buy and cook an appropriate amount of food, and hit the Nosh Equilibrium.