Finally home after a long day, I pulled the leftover paella out of the fridge, mouth watering in anticipation.
Then I took a look, and my indignation flared. How dare she go through here and pick out all the chorizo!
She would be my 10 year old epicurean, and she's been known to raid a dish for tasty shrimp and juicy sausage. Once, she sat with Rick and I, and while the two of us bantered on in some conversation, she selected 30+ pieces of shrimp out of our paella pan, piling them up on the bench next to her and then slipping away to watch a movie with her siblings, a small bowl of pink and white jewels by her side. We figured it out too late.
So when I first looked at our leftovers, I was not pleased. I was down right affronted. However, on closer inspection, I saw plenty of dark red disks nestled in the luscious saffron rice, and my disappointment turned to glee!
What did I do next? I mined that sucker for as many bites of chorizo as I could find. Whoever might be next to these leftovers will miss out. Big time.
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