Leftovers

Yum... I really think one of the greatest things on the face of the earth are leftovers. Restaurant-quality food at your fingertips in mere seconds, you really can't beat that. Just the right proportion of food for your next day's lunch or in my case now, a pre-bed time snack. And there's no way that I was going to actually cook at this time of night. Some fab potato gnocchi from Carlo's, with an exquisite sauce of sundried tomatoes, capers and fire-grilled chicken. Sublime.

I was supposed to have it at work today, but ended up having an impromptu luncheon with the new girl instead. And nothing impresses cute blond girls like eating out of tupperware. So I've pretty much been looking forward to it all day.

How much do I love leftovers? Well, an ex-girlfriend of mine used to be very possessive of her leftovers. I'm not saying that it's the main reason we broke up, but it was an obvious sign of her instability. She would absolutely freak out if I even tasted her food. At the restaurant, on her plate fine, but as soon as chicken hit Styrofoam take-out container it was strictly off limits. Since we would always end up back at my place and we never had class before 11, we would invariably stay up late and need some sustenance to catch our second wind. Also, since I usually paid for dinner whenever we went out I assumed that anything that entered my refrigerator I would have dibs on. This did not go over well with her, nor me when she would be nibbling on something delectable and I would be having a Pop-Tart.