Leftovers. Some of us revere them (especially at this time of year); others revile them. They can be the bane of an empty nester’s kitchen — or provide daily alternatives to fast food lunches.

My daughter called me the other night from her UConn apartment kitchen complaining that her father had suggested she buy a 20-pound turkey for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering of friends; now she had more leftovers than she could possibly imagine using. (At least it occurred to her that her friends should not be carrying leftovers around on a warm autumn night of bar-hopping.)

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