Kevin and I aren't good leftover eaters, but I feel so wasteful hurling large quantities of food down the disposal while it's still warm. Instead I seal it up in plastic storage containers and stack it in the frig to be thrown away another day.
Thanksgiving night leftover inventory:
The next night, I admitted I have little desire to eat cranberry chutney except on Thanksgiving, so I tossed it.
Looking around the frig, I couldn't find any mashed potatoes. So I got rid of the gravy.
The dried corn looked downright repulsive in a see-through container 24 hours after Thanksgiving dinner. Gone.
On Saturday, I got rid of the container of egg dish I'd made for breakfast with company Wednesday morning.
My from-scratch mac & cheese was mostly gone, and the remaining half-cup was no longer appetizing. Down the drain.
I cleared out what I thought were all the remaining cluttery odds and ends fully intending to shop today, but it didn't happen. Tonight, desperate for food, therefore observing the frig contents more carefully, I noticed a casserole dish full of my mom's stuffing. Almost a week later. Even under ideal conditions, I don't like stuffing - I wasn't brave enough to yank it out seven days old and dump it. So there it sits. What weird backwardness that the leftovers I actually liked are long gone, but my least favorite dish is still alive and well on the top shelf of my frig. Curious how long it might last in there.