I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving filled with family, friends, good times and pie!! I believe I ate more my than my weight this weekend. I had turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, cheesy potatoes, buns, a large assortment of pickles, a quinoa lasagna thingy, salad (not by choice…trying to set an example for my boys) then I had two desserts… an rhubarb crisp and a piece of pumpkin pie. It was amazing and I can’t thank our friends enough for having us over. At the end of the evening comes the most awkward encounter… the leftover question. “Hey Trent because you had six helpings of cheesy potatoes you must want a container to take home?” I never know what to say, yes I love the potatoes… hence the 6 helpings at supper but I’ve never been a big fan of leftovers. Unless it’s cold pizza, leftovers usually stay in our fridge until they change colour, grows legs and walkout. I love the concept of leftovers, to have more of the amazing food you have already enjoyed, but when I open the fridge door something in my head goes “naw you don’t want that, maybe later” By the time you do want it it’s too late and you have a fight with your significant other on who is going to clean out containers.
So why do I take the leftovers in the first place? Excellent question. I guess I don’t want to be rude, and deep down I really do want more of those delicious cheesy potatoes. I would rather take them with the chance of me eating them than create a scene at the end of a lovely evening and potentially hurt my friends feelings. I really hope she doesn’t read this blog. Does anyone else share my feeling or am I just a weirdo?