When I was a boy growing up I cannot once ever remember either my mom or my grandmother wasting food. Anything we didn't eat at one meal was 1, stored, and served as leftovers later on. I can remember my grandmother making a huge pot of brown beans with a large cake of cornbread. We would all eat until we were 2 but there was always about half of the beans 3. A few days later Grandmother would take those 4 out of the refrigerator, boil pasta, add parsley and 5 them all together into her delicious Pasta Fasule (意大利面食). And I also remember when I 6 my mom fry bacon for us in the mornings, she would always take the butter and carefully pour it into a container. Then she later would 7 it to flavor up (调味) so many other dishes.
I learned their 8 well and after I grew up I tried to never waste food myself. I always 9 the week's meals ahead of time and only bought what was on my shopping 10 so nothing went to waste. Every meal went into our stomachs and any leftovers were later eaten by either myself, my boys, or my dogs. To me throwing food in the trash was just 11. All the work it took to grow it, harvest it, and prepare it needed to be 12 and not wasted.
I learned something else over the years, however: When it comes to 13 there are no leftovers. Each moment that you don't live is 14 forever. Life cannot be saved. Life cannot be 15. Life has to be lived, TODAY!
