Tonight, I made a batch of crepes, and used them to wrap up some fried rice (made with leftover mushroom risotto, of all things, plus the requisite soy sauce and egg) and chorizo into breakfast-for-dinner burritos. There were fridge pickles to go with it, and a sweet crepe for afters.
1) marvelously effective at cleaning out the fridge;
2) consuming four times the daily sodium recommended by the AHA;
3) profoundly disturbed;
4) terribly avant-garde;
5) overly fond of crepes and incidentally fresh out of black raspberry jam;
6) the single cause of every mess in the kitchen this week;
7) the reification of the American melting pot, at least where my dinner is concerned; or
8) all of the above?
On a less-rhetorical note: has this kind of madness ever manifested in your kitchen? Odd as this concoction was, I still think my dad took the cake some 18-20 years ago. He would always prepare a Sunday evening snack to sweep leftovers out of the fridge, but eventually found that some of the space was occupied by rarely-used, mostly-but-not-quite-empty cans of frosting. One Sunday, he decided to serve them with graham crackers. They sold, more or less, and so after that he put the frosting out again – which was great until we ran out of graham crackers and he put out saltines instead. But it was, I suppose, ahead of the curve on the salty-sweet fad. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done to use up leftovers?