Leftovers, perhaps they should be called love (to have you) overs. They can be so great and have such potential, but at the same time they can be horrendous. Mystery meat anyone?
Tonight we had love-to-have-you-over's [if only! :) ] of cottage pie.
Can anyone guess what they were originally? If you said meatloaf and roasted rosemary potatoes you would be the winner. (of what, I don't know. Luck?)
It was my first time making cottage pie and I would say the results were fair. I was happy to be eating it, but perhaps it wasn't exactly perfect. The top was crunchy (butter helps) but it was only the very top; the inside was savory but perhaps a little too full of carrots.
I guess you could say that life is just a good case of love-to-have-you over-again-and-again-and-again. And as long as there is good food and good people, count me in.
