Most probably not. It breaks my heart to see leftovers on my plate. How so?
At the dining table of my childhood, my parents would always scold me: “Ubusin mo yang pagkain mo. Madaming hindi nakakakain. (Finish your food. A lot of people don’t even get to eat).” An unfinished plate meant another poor, starving less fortunate Filipino AND a sore behind from a good spanking. So I actually acquired two things:
- Quite a set of eyebags because I spent nights bawling over unfinished plates filled with my most hated – bony fish and ampalaya
- The habit of finishing every morsel on my plate…sometimes even other people’s plate/s.
Obviously, this habit contributed to packing some, or rather a sizable number, of the pounds on my thunder thighs. But then again, could I have possibly fed a starving countryman with my sparkling clean plates? Later in my life, I’ve realized that the feeding the hungry with my leftovers did not make any sense at all. Or did it?
Whether it made sense or not, one thing’s for sure: Leftovers are still a no-no for me. I’d rather make sure that I get serving portions I can actually finish. Good food isn’t meant to be saved for later. Well, except maybe for adobo,which manages to taste even better when saved for later…Hehehe!