The last in the series of recipes with leftover love. The one about learning. The one about confronting your demons. Sometimes with chocolate, or bourbon.
It’s the last of winters and the slightest breeze brings forth a shower of dry leaves from the trees lining the streets. Very soon, the amaltaas will vie for attention along with the gulmohur and the bougainvillea. Bursts of yellow, red, and shocks of dark mauve and white will inspire some poetry flaming with love,…
When you have leftover food from the party the previous night, you give it away to your domestic help, or you upcycle it. Plain rice gets a makeover with some vegetables, egg and chicken and has its Cinderella moment; cold pizza goes into a buttered pan, gets a seasoning with some fresh herbs or a sauce and you beam at this marvellous masterpiece, your breakfast couldn’t be better!
What do you do when you find yourself with a lot of leftover love on your hands?