Few aspects in life are as polarizing. They’ve been fought over, ignored and tossed out, even left on the roof of a car as the oblivious driver took off. (I’ve done this.) They can be scrumptious, like Day Two Lasagna.
The can be lethal, like Day Twenty Six Lasagna.
Today, I’m at Lisa’s place, The Meaning of Me. I disclose a partial look at the Father’s Guide to Leftovers. Not the whole thing, mind you. Partial. Some secrets must remain secrets. But this will give you some guidance.
Do you know, for instance, about the One Week Rule? Heard of the Utopian World Order? Have you memorized the conditions of the Nincompoop Provision (as it relates to leftovers, not giants and dodgers fans)?
Get over to Lisa’s place. And learn. While you’re there, check out her stuff. It’s as good as Day Two Lasagna. And that’s saying something.
Tell me in comments one of your rules of leftovers, too.