I’m out of peaches and fresh curd cheese (Monday and Wednesday breakfasts).
I finished my breakfast pizza yesterday (Tuesday and Thursday breakfasts).
What’s for breakfast? I opened the refrigerator and look what I found:
Leftover slices from Steak au Poivre last week.
Tomato from same.
Roasted potato from dinner two days ago.
Very fresh eggs scrambled with crème fraiche.
Tomato from same.
Roasted potato from dinner two days ago.
Very fresh eggs scrambled with crème fraiche.
Y’know, leftovers has a bad connotation. There ought to be a snappy euphemism.
When you cook something to be added back to a dish later, it’s reserved. “Brown the meat, remove from the skillet and reserve.”
Previously cooked might be another term. There are no longer used cars; they’re previously owned automobiles.
So it doesn’t matter how good that breakfast was (it was good!), I could rewrite that breakfast to sound more appealing:
Slices reserved from Steak au Poive last week.
Previously halved Tomato from that same dinner.
Roasted potato reserved from dinner two days ago.
Very fresh eggs scrambled with crème fraiche.
Previously halved Tomato from that same dinner.
Roasted potato reserved from dinner two days ago.
Very fresh eggs scrambled with crème fraiche.
Boy! That sounds good!