I do love me some leftovers!
Funny, some people won't even
touch them. Each to his own, I
guess.
Sometimes, this might mean not
cooking the next day, just heating
up. Times when it turns into an
entirely new dish!
Bit like life, don't you think?!
I have friendships left over from
high school. Maybe we aren't as
close now as we were then, but
memories so warm my heart!
I have leftover teenagers in my
memory and my heart from 40
years of teaching. Rather kills me
that some of these kids that I hold
so dear are now grandparents.
Leftover children, the memories
in my heart, always surprises me
when I look at these 40 year olds.
Aren't they still supposed to be
kids?!
Bottom line, leftovers . . . I love
them! Nought wrong with them
and the memories they bring to
heart and mind . . .
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