Tyrades

“Do you mind if we have leftovers?”

When my wife poses that question, I always answer, “No, that’s fine,” because (a) I genuinely enjoy leftovers, (b) I don’t want to cause extra trouble for her and (c) I can’t afford the airline tickets to transport a Tupperware container of six-day-old broccoli to all those “starving children on the other side of the world who would give their right arm for a fraction of the food you and your siblings are wasting.”

Unless I redeem my “frequent guilt trip miles.” But I digress.

Although leftovers are a societal bone of contention year-round, they are particul...