Here's a perfect example of why I love leftovers. It was a blustery New England day and JG and I both got home chilled and hungry. We had a leftover shank. We made soup. It tasted like something we'd labored over for hours, when all the work had been done by a slow cooker a couple days ago.
No recipe here... We sauteed another onion, threw in a couple bunches of coarsely chopped kale and let it wilt [kale is a superior soup green because it won't turn to mush], then threw in a can of garbanzo beans [including canning liquid], the leftover meat juices [the sauce had congealed from the gelatin in the bones], 4 cups of water, and a Parmesan cheese rind [I save these in the freezer for just such a purpose]. Once it came to the boil, we threw in some of the leftover risotto in the soup, checked the salt [it had plenty from the lamb], threw some bread in the toaster, ladled out the soup, pulled the toast, and dinner was ready.
This sounds really good. I love leftovers too. It's really nice on those cold days (my hands get too cold to move sometimes) to just heat something up that's already been cooked and enjoy the heat. My favorite part is when you can feel the hot food and liquid sliding down into your stomach. Best feeling in the world.
ReplyDelete