The orientation toward eating yesterday’s dinner today does not have to be thought of as an abomination. Perhaps earlier societies would look upon it that way but then things were different then. People were more ignorant of the world around them and perhaps more fearful of the things it it which they did not understand. Queen Victoria did not eat leftovers. (Do you think Queen Elizabeth II eats leftovers? What about Nigella? She must. She eats everything.)
If asked about my lifestyle choice I would freely admit it is directed toward leftovers. I was born this way. As I see it you can choose to deny your attractions for leftovers or you can accept your inclination and embrace them as the diverse part of who you are. Celebrate it or, as one very wise woman once said, “just say love”. (Or maybe that was Rupaul?)
After this bit of self revelation I know what you must be thinking:
“Aren’t you an internationally renowned food blogger beloved by tens of people? One would think that given the steady stream of artful epicurean fare you prepare you of all people should have no need for the common leftover!”
Don’t be silly.
Among those with a predilection for leftovers I am something of a fetishist for the more uncommon kind. Those kind that transcend their original form factor and become something completely different. Metamorphosis.
Sippity has the wherewithal to feast on asparagus risotto one night and then transform its remains into Italian fried rice balls (arancini). I could fall in love with that inclination. I am not as creative so I usually take the more common path of leftover transformation: the sandwich or quesadilla.
In the case of this sandwich I would be sorely tempted next time to skip the first meal altogether and skip to the second. It was that good.
Cuban “Mojo” Chicken
OR, shred and use in
Chicken “Mojo” Sandwiches