I have to confess, I have a thing about leftovers, and food going to waste.
This attitude is a product of what I like to refer to as an Orthodox Northern English Working Class upbringing.
Wastage of precious food was simply not an option in our household, and would not have been tolerated.
My parents grew up during the Great Depression, and witnessed first-hand real, grinding, poverty, of the kids-going-hungry-to-school-with-no-shoes-on-in-January kind, not some variant 21st. Century faux-poverté, defined as not being able to afford the latest X-Box accessory, or a new flat-screen TV.
They were lucky, both my grandfathers worked, so they themselves were never stalked by the spectre of hunger, but what they saw during those times shaped their future attitudes, and in turn, mine.
Which brings us to this delightful little lunch I cobbled together just the other day.
Mid-day was approaching, my supplies…
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