I have a lot of favorite things. Books, movies, colors, times of day. Just give me a category and I’ll give you a bulleted list. Everything (everything) is my favorite.
In this way, I have trouble making choices. Mind you, I’m not an indecisive person. Rather, I’m a bit of an overdecisive person. The problem is not that I don’t know what I want, or that I can’t commit. No, the problem is that I want everything. I’m unable to choose not because I don’t have a choice — no, I’m unable to choose because I choose everything. All the things! Gimme.
For example: I carry three different kinds of chap-sticks in my coat pocket at all times. I must be prepared for all possible scenarios, lip-related or otherwise. I know. I’m the worst.
And of course, food is no exception to this idiosyncrasy. Sometimes my favorite food is falafel (oh boy, falafel!), but other times it’s deep, dark chocolate (uh-huh, uh-huh), poached eggs (swoon), or cheesy, herby, wine-soaked risotto (sigh). These are all things I love. Things I love the most — the very most.
Today, though, my favorite food is something different, something less specific.
Today, my absolute favorite food is leftovers.
Some people hate leftovers, and, while I admit that placing a dish of cold food in the microwave to spin and spin for a minute or two is not very foodie-sexy, this act — this act of heating a leftover meal — is a hugely comforting one. It makes me feel nice and safe and well taken care of.
It’s a sort of gift, really. One that I give myself. Emily Of The Past provides Emily Of The Present with a warm, nourishing, and frequently cheese-laden meal. The first Emily has compassion for the second Emily. She is the nicer of the two. The less hungry. The more thoughtful. She gives and gives and gives, while the other takes. Just takes.
She made me dinner tonight. What a sweetheart.
What’s in my bowl? What’s all that junk — that mess? I know what you’re thinking. I have no business starting a food blog if this is the slop that I’m eating. If this is my favorite food. What are they, giving food blogs away to anybody with an email address and an internet connection? (They are, by the way.) In my bowl is a specialty of mine that I affectionately call “Stuff In Pot,” and it’s garnished with some chopped celery frawns, carrot nibbles, and a hefty scoop of sambal oelek. Stuff In Pot is a sort of edible shapeshifter. It’s a bit different every time that I make it, and I’ll tell you more about it later. Much more. You’ll learn to love it as much as I do. And you’ll really love it when you find it nestled away in your fridge, smiling and waiting for you. You’ll thank me. And then you’ll thank yourself.