I’m kind of weird about leftovers. I eye the remaining food at restaurants, trying to gauge the right time to stop eating in order to make sure that I actually have a full lunch portion remaining. Sometimes I do this for my wife and she gets upset. Sometimes I eat leftovers too late and get sick.
I like leftovers, in other words.
So today I head to the fridge happy to get the leftovers from Straits Cafe in Palo Alto. The food was delicious (if slightly overcooked in parts), and I was looking forward to some Asian fusion leftovers. I opened the leftovers…
Someone broke my leftover rules. They’d gone through the leftovers and eaten most of the proteins, leaving two measly shrimp in among a bunch of shredded carrots and bell peppers. Useless! I know who the culprit was, and it was his birthday, so he gets a pass. Next time, though…
So anyway, I still needed to do something. So of course I thought sandwich.
Two pieces of toasted wheat, the massaman curry vegetables, a fried egg with a runny yolk… and I still needed something. I remembered a friend talking about putting kimchi juice into mayo and whipping it around.
It was okay. It tasted mostly like massaman curry with a little bit of egg and only the slightest hint of kimchi mayo. Next time, I’ll put the mayo on something a lot more neutral tasting so that the kimchi sings more. Like roast beef.
Next time, maybe someone won’t EAT ALL THE MEAT OUT OF THE LEFTOVERS.