I don't think I'm the worst cook in the world. (And don't worry, I'm not saying that you are.) But how good could I be if everything (and by "everything" I mean almost everything) I cook tastes better the second day, reheated in the microwave? Everything! (Almost.)

And to think that it was only a couple of weeks ago that I was complaining about eating too much because I didn't want leftovers. Boy, did I learn that lesson. It was drilled into me by several people who thought I was nuts for eating more than I was comfortable with, just so I wouldn't have the same meal the next day.

Now I'm doing the opposite. I ate less of the leftover chicken marsala, mushrooms and roast potatoes than I really wanted tonight, because I wanted to enjoy them all again tomorrow. Last night, the chicken was a little mealy and the mushrooms were kind of rubbery. Tonight, they were perfect, and the potatoes had the extra tang of the Worcestershire sauce I used to reheat them.

Maybe everything will be even better tomorrow night, but I don't care. If it's as good as tonight I'll be satisfied.

It's possible that I was just extra hungry tonight. I slept until eleven, then spent the afternoon studying with Suzanne for our ASL test Tuesday. Late breakfast plus no lunch equals pretty low standards for dinner. It sure seemed good at the time, though.