I fantasized about yesterday's breakfast (mostly those drinks!) as I ate leftovers this morning.
I'm going to be honest, I boarderline hate leftovers. When I was a child, leftover nights were a hard no for me. I remember rarely eating those nights and vowing to never have leftovers as an adult. Of course, now as an adult and momma myself, leftovers are appreciated. It's a relief to know I only have to quickly warm a meal up instead of cooking one fresh. Not that I love them, but I do (sometimes) eat them. Mostly, I understand that leftovers do have a place in my busy mom life.
Meals after a holiday are the absolute best. Not necessarily because it's usually the finest foods that we eat for leftovers, but because of the randomness of the meals. With a family of five to feed, there's typically only a serving or two of whatever we've eaten, which makes it lunch for the parents. Occasionally there's plenty of leftovers, in which case it goes to daycare for lunch.
I giggled as I looked down at my plate this morning. As usual, I ate a brunch at 10:30 a.m. This breakfast and lunch combo happens daily, as I usually don't leave enough time for breakfast earlier in the morning and attempting to eat lunch is a joke. Between feeding the kids, laying them down for naps, and sanitizing toys, I rarely get a chance for a regular lunch. Anways, my plate made me stop and think about my meals the day after a holiday.
This morning's brunch consisted of half of a breakfast sandwich (leftover from Saturday morning's breakfast), asparagus, 2 bites of pork chop (I'm not completely sure who in my family deemed that worth saving, but whatever), 1 piece of bacon, 1 blueberry muffin (the smallest one, which is why no one ate it the previous day), a scoop of fruit salad, and a scoop of peas.
A hodgepodge of all the yummy food we had eaten in celebration. Much better than other leftover food....and much more entertaining to see what ends up on my plate.