Meals Around Here

Once upon a time, we had leftovers in this house. Sometimes I had to throw leftovers outs because they had worn out their welcome. That was before a teenage boy started living here. Before he took up residence here, we lived with a very picky eater. There was a lot of mac n cheese being made. Comments like "What *is* this?" were often heard. Now I try to make extra large batches of everything in hopes of having leftovers for breakfast but it rarely works. The more I make, the more is consumed. Anyway, feeling gratitude for the changing winds. Even though my cooking skills have remained relatively constant, I suddenly feel like this amazing, magical chef.


Today was a good day.  We had Special Breakfast.  Our new groove is that most days we have leftovers, which generally are some kind of soup or stew.  However, since we have a teenage boy in the house, leftovers don't always happen.  Despite the fact that I continue to increase the batch size of everything that I cook, his appetite seems to keep pace with my production efforts.  Anyway, on days that we don't have leftovers for the next day's breakfast, sometimes something amazing happens.  I notice this the night before.  And I have potatoes in the house.  And I put them in the oven, bake them and then place them in the refrigerator to cool.  Then the next day, I can make fried potatoes to go with eggs.  It require the kind of precise alignment that creates a solar eclipse.  Except it doesn't occur quite that often around here, for obvious reasons.  But when it does, we call it Special Breakfast.  Plus, it sounds like something Hobbits would have.