[Warning: This is a nonsense post. If at the end of the article, you go “what the hell? where’s the point?!” — I told you so.]
I made up my mind.
I stealthily moved, the darkness my shield and friend… and the stillness an enemy I must overcome.
Only one thing stood between me and my goal. But alas, the sealed gate itself was a trap — and in silent dismay, I sighed and just allowed the refrigerator door creak open loudly in the night.
I wonder if one can make a fair assumption of the kind of family one has based on their refrigerators: how it is well-stacked, how organized the contents are, what kind of food, drinks, and other unlikely stuff they uniquely keep there, how thick the frost is on the freezer, how long and varied are the leftovers being kept.
Ah, leftovers — nothing is as wonderful and dreadful as thee.
While a brimming refrigerator may seem like a lovely idea, it can also be a cause for chagrin. I’m sure most of us are not strangers to that olfactory nightmare of spoiled food; and that short-lived heartache of realizing it was a dish we were particularly fond of. We overestimated the quantity, some did not have a good appetite, you were thinking of saving a few more bites for some other time, everyone was hurrying, the rice ran out unexpectedly, and a lot of other reasons and alibis. Leftovers happen even to the best of meals, and some are too good to be fed to the house pets (and pests).
Of course, not everyone bothers keeping leftovers: they immediately dump whatever is uneaten to the sink or trash. But for people like me, that’s sacrilege — one does not simply waste food! And for a good reason: I know how it is to be hungry for days, where even a morsel can mean a day’s full meal or more. And with today’s rising costs, every bite of food and drop of drink counts— like a miser counting hard-earned pennies. Because face it, if one could convert every leftover into its monetary equivalent, you might be surprised at how much we’re actually throwing away.
And for some (like me), there’s a certain appeal to snacking on leftovers. Sure, nothing beats a freshly-cooked meal. But sneaking off with leftovers is more fun. As much as we appreciate the civility of etiquette-bound dining customs, munching on semi-chilled food without being limited to the conventional methods of joyful eating stirs a certain playful freedom and satisfaction. And that sheepish grin one makes when they’re caught with cheeks puffed like chipmunks? Priceless.
I wish I could make a fitting connection between leftovers and being a Christian, or philosophize on life principles from inside the cold comforts of the cooler… but my plate is too full right now to make further excuses on why I love midnight snacking. So… yeah, eat on!