I love to cook but hate leftovers. Fortunately, I have a teenager that eats at odd hours.
meh you work it in new dishes
I’m cleaning out my parents house right now. My father died last year at 90, and my mother at 92 just moved into an adult care facility.
they were preppers. Not only are there 15 boxes of “mormon food” (no, they were not mormon), but many bags of beans that expired 16 years ago. I’m living on the canned food in the pantry, much of which “expired” ten years ago. But canned food is pretty indefinite. The expiration date is really just the date they guarantee the flavor and texture. So far I’m doing fine. :)
I could survive a couple of months on that canned food.
“... hate leftovers....”
I learned how to cook mainly from my mom. She was a MASTER at leftovers simply because she made a new dinner that really didn’t resemble the previous one. It was all new. For example, leftover meatloaf became spaghetti with “square” meatballs... a fun idea we really enjoyed as kids (she would slice leftover meatloaf and then cut slices/into squares). Leftover chicken/beef became a soup or stew. Leftover boiled potatoes became fried with a bit of onion and green pepper for breakfast the next day. That being said, when my brothers hit their teens, Mom would be upset that there wasn’t “anything” left... not even a bit of meat for a soup. :)