Thursday, October 20, 2011

Loving Leftovers

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Thomas Fuller, English clergyman and historian (1608-1661)

With a bit of leftover pie crust and a little leftover lemon pudding and meringue I could make a couple of tarts for dinner tonight. Just a nibble. Just enough. Admittedly, Dad chaffed a little at the fact that the pie itself was heading out of the house for my brother and nephew to share as a welcome home after their long journeys. (I also left them a pan of lasagna and garlic bread 'cuz who wants to make dinner after exhausting travels.) Do you hear the violins playing in the background? That's the angels in heaven performing because I'm such a good sister/aunt.  ;-)

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