It's time to rebrand leftovers. The word is all wrong, fraught with negative connotation. It sounds like food that is unwanted, left to sulk in the corner.
But what about a Tuesday lunch bowlful of cumin-scented carrot soup from last weekend's dinner party, every spoonful evoking memories of laughter and conversation? What if it's further dressed up with a hardy handful of salty seeds, from a dear friend who gives gifts to others on her birthday? That food is not sad. It is thoroughly seasoned with joy.
It's time to think of leftovers not as a byproduct, but an extension of the moments that define and fulfill our lives.
(And seriously? Make the salty seeds. They make everything more delicious.)