I like leftovers. They’re convenient. Just heat them up (sometimes) and you are good to go.
Refrigerators are unfortunately the last place you should store leftovers. Refrigerators are the black holes of storage options.
You’d have to carbon date most left overs to know how really old they are.
I get hungry. I often let myself get too hungry. Then I’m really hungry. And when you’re really hungry convenient leftovers are the best.
Except when they’re not the best. Except for when they have turned. Nothing more sad than good leftovers gone bad.
I pulled some leftovers out of the fridge today. I was hungry. Really hungry. I gave them the smell test but they were cold and didn’t have much aroma. I proceeded and microwaved them.
They came out of the microwave. Did I mention I was hungry? I did not give them the smell test. I just started eating. Not the calm, patient savor it kind of eating. No, it was the mindless wolfing hunger kind of eating.
Then with a few bites left I stopped and looked at the plate and thought, “This has turned, hasn’t it?”
I smelled what was left. Upon more detailed sniffing, the turning was confirmed. Blech.
So I sat there and thought, now what? You can’t undo it. (No, I won’t be making myself barf.) Is there anything to take? Maybe thin it out with a bunch of water? Maybe some vodka to kill the germs?
Or just wait and hope your body is stronger than the microbes coursing through your stomach right now.
Well, we shall see. I hear some gurgling down there right now. Bodily communications aren’t always very subtle. Right now I think the message is: You’re an idiot.