As a kid, leftovers were viewed as the food of impoverished individuals without a trace of self-respect or dignity. I always made assumptions when Mom announced it was leftover night--was Mom sick? Did Dad lose his job? Oh my goodness, are we all going to DIE? I figured that if we had enough money, we should be able to eat gourmet meals every day. Leftovers was a sign of trials and tribulation, and my poor little 8 year-old mind would race through the late night hours, moaning over my family's financial state. I truly lost sleep over leftovers!
Now I'm a college student, greedily hiding my leftover meals in the deep corners of our refrigerator, so that none of my roommates will discover my prized meal. Today, leftovers is a source of pride. It means that I...wow! I, wait, I actually had the initiative to cook something?I love bragging over leftovers. They are a symbol of superiority and wealth. I mean, if we want to talk about poverty, I will bring out my year's supply of Ramen Noodles. And to think, I always thought, when I was little, that Ramen Noodles must be REALLY expensive, because Mom never made them for us. Hmmm.
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