I love my kitchen and out of all the components of my kitchen, I love my fridge the most. It is not a fancy fridge but it is pretty much a magic box to me. I can often get most of the stuffs I want whenever I have spontaneous urge to cook something. Well, of course the fridge can’t do this by its own but I am the one who keep stuffing things into it. I am pretty fine with most of the stuffs I stored except leftovers. Any leftover, regardless they are cooked food or raw ingredients. I hate leftovers to the extent that I have this love-hate feeling developed inside me towards the fridge. I am thankful for the great invention of fridge to keep my leftovers without wasting much food but at the same time, I am very bothered whenever I see leftovers in the fridge. The love-hate feeling is applicable to home party as well. I love to create and design party menu for any occasion and I am truly enjoy a family or friends gathering over a meal. However, for most of the time, a party at home often followed by leftovers in the fridge.
I have cleared up most of the leftovers (raw ingredients) from the tea party last Saturday except strawberries. I bought them to make strawberries tart for the tea party. They are just too sour to be eaten alone. As I think only the sweetness of the dessert can compensate for the sour taste of them, so I bought a tub of ice cream and made some crepe to be served with. This is a simple, fast and yet comforting dessert that you can definitely make it by your own at home. This dessert brought two times of happiness to me than a normal dessert do because I have an empty fridge now.
At the end of the night, I thought about the “love-hate feeling” again while washing the dishes. My hatred towards the leftover became the strongest driving force for me to try new dishes and recipe even on an upset working day. I love cooking for sure, but it is not something that I am motivated to do on a working day especially when I am feeling really down. I did not started my day well today but a box of leftover strawberries ended it well.
What a love-hate feeling it is.