I was cleaning out my fridge yesterday, emptying Tupperware and ziploc baggies filled with leftovers, when I got a brainstorm. None of the food was moulded. It smelled ok to me, but I didn't think DH or the kids would be happy to see it on their plates again. It was mostly scraps of veggies, potatoes, noodles, a couple slices of pizza the teenagers forgot and was dried out, half a baked potato and a half pattie-melt sandwich from a restaurant. I'm usually pretty good about estimating how much my menfolk eat at a meal, but y'know.. sometimes they just didn't like the seasoning, or there were too many brussels sprouts. So I got out my food processor, put the slicer blade in and ground up about a quart of miscellaneous leftovers into chicken sized treats. I emptied the bowl in a line (keeps the girls from crowding the offering and stops the pecking at each other) under the lilac bush and just stood back to watch them have fun. Happy hens!
