For dinner last night (while Rachel was at her house dining on those mouthwatering Sweet and Spicy Chicken Wings), I shredded up a duck leg, boiled some garganelli (similar to penne but more delicate and, in my opinion, tastier), tossed all of that in with the peppers, along with a thin slab of butter, sprinkled some parmesan and parsley, and voila, Pasta ala Leftovers! I also made a simple salad with a lemon vinaigrette.
And I’m embarrassed to disclose that I can eat the same thing for three, sometimes four days in a row. The guy at the noodle place near my house knows my order before I even speak (he has caller I.D.), and I can hear in his voice the pleasure our little game of "guess what I'm going to order" gives him. Should I be embarrassed and dial *67 next time? Am I over thinking this?
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