Some of my favourite meals are made from the leftovers from the previous day.
Isn't it enough that you know that? You wanted an example?
OK. Here's what we had last night:
Roast chicken, skirlie, cauliflower cheese. All quite delicious, and plenty left (except for the skirlie; that went very fast).
So, tonight, we ate the re-baked cauliflower cheese:
twice-baked cauliflower cheese
A pan of new potatoes, crushed in butter and parsley:
And pieces of roast chicken given a second life by coating them in panko breadcrumbs and frying them until crispy.
We thoroughly enjoyed it, until the cows came home. By which I mean the next door neighbour rushed round to say that one of our steers was in her garden. And we've only just had the fences fixed. An hour later we had returned the farm to peace and calm. And the food had gone cold. And LW had lost her appetite. But the dogs didn't mind a bit.
a bit of a dog's dinner (lucky dog)