A Confession

I HATE eating leftovers. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's my newfound enjoyment of cooking. Maybe it's the fact that I cook what I feel like eating, when I feel like eating it or I can't eat. Maybe it's my upbringing. I think my mother spent most of my childhood rebelling against the fact that she was made to eat leftovers growing up. Maybe it's the smell of unheated food. It makes me want to hurl. Maybe it's the poor job a microwave does of maintaining the original texture of the food.

I have no idea. But I hate them.