Not one to let a good hambagu languish in the fridge, nor one to eat the same meal day after day, I added a bit more beef stock to the pan, mashed the pattie to thicken the sauce, and boiled up some udon for a quick supper after work. Though it was made from leftovers, it was good enough to fool myself!
My mother regularly served leftover-lunches. She had refrigerator dishes
for saving the food after a meal; they were square or rectangular in pastel yellow, green, and perhaps blue, with clear-ridged glass tops to keep food from drying up in the fridge. I remember her taking out an array of these containers which contained a dab of mashed potatoes, a lone pork chop, slice of meatloaf, casserole, broccoli, a ladle of stew, bits of this and that too small for a family meal, but too good to toss out. They went into the oven to warm (or burn around the edges); we kids could pick and choose what to put on our plates. No arguing about who got what, “Just keep your eyes on your own plate.” It usually worked out, and she’d make pudding or brownies, or let us have ice cream afterward.
I saw my daughter’s kindergarten teacher the other day. J. and I used to joke that the dot’s teachers left the profession after teaching her! The nursery school teacher retired, as did her kindergarten, first and second grade teachers! Ms. W is in her 90’s, walking with a cane, but telling jokes and stories, talking about traveling with her 75 year-old daughter, who she thinks should slow down now that she is older! On the other hand, my mother died a couple of years ago, and though we had some good conversations where she talked about growing up, and times before she married, the only record I have is in memory. And my father’s memory is now lost; no chance to ask him who all those people in his old photo albums are. The woman in this video (part of a series) is participating in a wonderful gift to her family. It’s a pleasure to see her cooking and remembering times past.