I don’t want a boring sandwich.
I don’t want to cook just for me.
Then I see it.
The foil container from the smokehouse up the road.
My mind wandered back to some BBQ quesadillas I had at Judge Bean’s in Brentwood, Tennessee.
Hopefully, I look for the other stuff I might need.
I’m having leftovers!
I open that foil container and even cold the brisket smells wonderful.
Toss a flour tortilla in a skillet over medium heat.
Hounds are waiting too.
I won’t tell them now they aren’t getting any of this yumminess.
They are sitting so nicely though.
Flip and wait.
Then plate, cut and a plop of sour cream and I am set.
That is a leftovers lunch to get excited about.
And it only took minutes.
Maybe I should think about leftovers differently.