Quotes About Leftovers

Another suggestion is to cook a meal, maybe not every night, but a couple more times a week than you usually do. That way you have leftovers, and you take your lunch to work.

I'm a busy mom and I'm a big snacker throughout the day, so I'll do everything from leftovers from what my children did not eat, whether that's like a half bowl of cereal or a banana or whatever.

My father always cooks more polenta than he needs for a meal. The excess he spreads on an oiled surface and chills. Next day, he cuts out chunks, fries them in olive oil and serves with salad.

We could eat, why not? We're sober, so he'll let us in, the bastard. I ate there the other night, had a bowl of soup because I was starvin'. But god it was sour. Them dried-out bums that live there, they sit down and eat like fuckin' pigs, and everything that's left they throw in the pot and give it to you. Slop." "He puts out a good meal, though.

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.

I'm not a cook and I always stick everything in the freezer and then I leave things out, saying 'if it's good today it will be good tomorrow.'

I'm the guy who will eat something that looks nice when I'm out, but when I take it home in a doggie bag, it'll sit in the back of my refrigerator until it starts to move.

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

I don't like to waste anything. Any food left over from the night before is always eaten the next day.

After I eat, I put food in a food waste bag.

It's not leftovers that are wasteful, but those who either don't know what to do with them or can't be bothered.

I sometimes take leftover food from craft services and give away a bunch of sandwiches on my way home.

I'm all about creating fun, new ways to enjoy the delicious dishes left in my refrigerator.

He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.

It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.

All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.

I always think if you have to cook once, it should feed you twice. If you're going to make a big chicken and vegetable soup for lunch on Monday, you stick it in the refrigerator and it's also for Wednesday's dinner.

I love to cook, but, after spending a full day in the Bon Appetit test kitchen, the last thing I need to do is start chopping onions all over again when I get home. That means dinners can be a bit scrappy: reheated leftovers from my weekend prep, fridge-dump salads, or just taking whatever I can find and putting a scoop of cottage cheese on it.

I'm made from remnants of flesh and blood And leftovers of philosophies.

New York apartments are notoriously small, and my cute little studio is no exception - space is at a premium, which is one of the reasons that I only have a mini-fridge. Great for leftovers, cheese, and chilling Diet Coke.

Most turkeys taste better the day after. My mother's tasted better the day before.

I'm still living the life where you get home and open the fridge and there's half a pot of yogurt and a half a can of flat Coca-Cola.

We want to teach families how to cook Tuscan wherever you are. How to reuse your leftovers. How to trick the kids into eating whatever you want by putting it into a frittata.

All the white meat is gone. There's nothin' but necks on the platter.