In a house of six — leftovers are coveted.
Once upon a time, my husband never ate leftovers and the kids only ate peanut butter and jelly — so the leftovers were all mine. But then things changed. My husband, the first one up and out in the morning, started snagging leftovers for his lunch. Then the kids’ tastebuds started to mature.
That’s when the fridge wars began.
You can’t count on any decent leftovers — from pizza to pasta — if you don’t put some sort of claim on them. I think Lilly was the first to start putting sticky notes on leftovers — ensuring her dad didn’t take the leftover mac & cheese she was counting on for lunch. Now it seems like half the containers in the fridge have sticky notes on them.
And now the tagging goes beyond leftovers and even beyond the fridge. The kids are putting dibs on drinks, bagels and candy. I’m not sure what would happen if I ate something tagged for someone else in the family.
I’ll let you know if I live to tell.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 16, Lilly, 14, Adam, 14, and Jonah, 10.