I'm Learning to Eat Leftovers

This is my omelette with wheat toast! 

So...I'm that guy. That guy. The one who goes out to eat, orders way too much food, brings it home, and has no intention of eating it later. I don't care how good it is (or was). It's not happening. I am absolutely not going to eat it. Same as if I cook it as well. A pot of spaghetti that could feed a small village in Africa for a week will, in fact, sit in my refrigerator until it resembles a fourth grade science project. Countless casseroles have grown hair and forced me to call one of my brothers to come and dispose of it because I insist that it growled at me when I poked it with my handy cattle prod. And when I say "force" I'm not assigning human quality to an inanimate object, I mean I was forced by a living entity. If Dr. Frankenstein wanted his monster to live he should have just had me cook or order something and put it in my fridge. But I digress, I cooked dinner last night -- a pot of spaghetti, seasoned spinach and garlic bread. At the end of the night I looked into the pot and thought to myself "I'm not going to eat that spinach." But I was struck with an epiphany: "I can put that leftover spinach in an omelette for breakfast tomorrow morning." I swear if it wasn't for Chopped I wouldn't challenge myself to be culinarily creative. And that's just what I did this morning, I made an omelette out of the leftover spinach and devoured it all. I sprinkled a little grated parmesan cheese on top and made some wheat toast and had a nice breakfast. It was cool. Not that I used the leftover spinach to make something good, but that I used the leftover spinach and made something good. All these years I thought that if it wasn't fresh that it couldn't be used. And today I learned that sometimes it's better if it isn't fresh. Some things need to be revisited in order for us to grow and learn from them and move on. Whether it's pain, joy, laughter, tears....or leftover spinach from the night before.