Leftovers

I freaking LOVE leftovers.

Best part about eating out is getting to take some

or most of your meal home for another day!
James and I went to one of our favorite mexican restaurants out here called Celia's.

They are located all throughout California,

but don't fret there is one in Boise Idaho.

I was so excited to have it for lunch or dinner in the next few days.

Then I found out James was working late tonight,

so my taste-buds started doing their dance for leftovers.

Until they got hit with a cannon of crap and

I realized I not only don't have my leftovers but I left them in James' car.

Doubly whammy.

I cant eat the leftovers AND they are not edible due to the heat and no refrigeration.

Which brings me to leftover standards.

I use to not have any.

I knew I loved the food, obviously cause I ordered it, ate it,

paid for it, and even brought it home.

But since I have become more aware of the possibility of the 'unknown',

I have made the rule of ... one week.

One week is all I will allow for leftovers to live in my fridge.

Now I know many may disagree, but I don't want to hear it.

I like my one week plan.

I figure it's nice, cozy, and safe in my fridge and

it is fun to try to see in that week when I can eat the leftovers.