Sitting at home nursing a cold. Probably didn’t do myself any favors struggling into work yesterday, but I was stubbornly determined not to kick off 2016 on sick leave even though I’ve been fighting off this darned bug since Friday.
I don’t know why, but I usually feel much better after a morning’s sleep (why can’t the overnight variety work the same wonders?) and am now foraging.
We love leftovers in this household, but this time of year especially ’Tis the Season of Leftovers.
Yes, the Christmas turkey did its traditional triple-duty, reincarnating itself with fries and salad, then as turkey noodle soup, but that’s long gone.
The remains of the New Year’s Eve Chinese vanished the following day (that never lasts long) and it looks like Ali’s taken the last of the chicken curry I cooked on Saturday. I always go out of my way to do extra these days. Should have done one more portion. Oh well...
The New Year’s Day ham reprised turkey’s act - fries and salad, then soup. There’s still ham and potato soup left but that is doing nothing for my taste buds right now.
Aha, a little bit of ham left over for sandwiches.
Screw sandwiches! Ham, egg and potato patties it is.
Happy New Year!