Taking Care of the Leftovers When I was a little girl, any time my brother and I didn’t clean our plates, my dad would eat our leftovers. I always thought my dad was a great giant of a man (even though he’s only average height and weight) and I always marveled at how he could put away SO MUCH FOOD. These days, my dad doesn’t eat as much as he used to, which probably isn’t a terrible thing, but it got me thinking recently about what happens to the leftovers at my house. At my house, when my kids don’t finish what’s on their plate, I try to not waste it and eat as much of it as I can, but inevitably, some of it gets thrown away. The food that went untouched goes in the refrigerator where it inevitably gets left until it is no longer edible (or sometimes recognizable). Unfortunately, even at my hungriest, I don’t have the capacity to use up those leftovers. Which brings me to the wandering analogy that’s been sticking to the side of my brain. It’s not just the food – it’s the l...
Teacher and Mother, Walking the Path with Humor and Love