It was leftover night in our house. Tomorrow, our CSA box would arrive and my town's farmers' market would be held - so I could supplement with fruit and asparagus. I'm sorry! I just cannot resist.
But tonight, it is all about eating up what is left over. The bow tie pasta without any sauce left. A half can of soup. Yes, yes, I know. Canned soup is bad but there are times . . . Oatmeal from this morning. Snap peas. Artichokes. Mushrooms. Greenhouse tomatoes (Jealous! We're in California!). Well, we can't polish off the carrots, I surmise after studying their growing pile in the produce bin, and I'll save the turnip for next week to try an interesting Indian recipe when I feel like actually cooking.
I begin microwaving bowls of oatmeal and soup and handing them off to the appropriate person while an omelet filled with various veggies simmers on the stove top.
The oatmeal is devoured and the bowl goes into the sink. The soup bowl ends up there as well. Water from washing the veggies rinses the dishes and I plop them into the dish washer, making room in the sink for more dirty dishes.
Round two goes to the pasta. A tab of butter melted on top of the pasta replaces the missing sauce and the butter wrapper goes into the freezer for the next time I needed to grease a pan.
Apparently, I served too much pasta because both bowls are returned not quite empty. Scrapping their contents into the chicken bowl, I smile down at my youngest. "Lucky we have the chickens," he pipes! "They'll eat anything."
I agree, turn off the oven and crack the door to warm up the kitchen.
Nothing wasted. Everything gained.