I hate to waste food.
Yesterday I made kielbasa and cabbage, since I have an abundance of cabbage this year. The recipe was almost the same as the way I cook kraut, so I figured I'd like it. Unfortunately, I didn't care for it much, although I went ahead and ate some for dinner. So did Cliff. I placed what remained in a container and put it in the refrigerator, but I was pretty sure I'd end up tossing it. We have lots of cabbage, as I said; so I wasn't going to regret throwing that away. But that kielbasa was really good, so I figured if nothing else, I'd pick it out of the cabbage and eat it.
Today I picked a nice little mess of green beans and remembered the kielbasa, all cut up in yesterday's cabbage. I picked out the pieces and put them in the green beans and potatoes cooking on the stove. It's the first time I've ever recycled kielbasa. I remember jokes about people being so poor they borrowed a used soup bone from the neighbors, but I never heard about using kielbasa twice.
There's a first time for everything.
Oh, the cabbage I pulled the kielbasa from? I put it back in the refrigerator. It'll be easier to throw away when it's nice and rotten. (I kid, I kid. I thought maybe I'd eat it tonight.)