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Once upon a time there were leftovers. Leftovers consisted of food left over from dinner the night before. Say you’d bought a big piece of meat from the butcher and there was too much to go around. Why? Well, perhaps there weren’t enough people to eat all of it. You’re right, it must have been on a day that Uncle Nate wasn’t over. Yes, if Uncle Nate was there, he’d have eaten it all. But for the sake of argument, let’s say Uncle Nate wasn’t there, so there were leftovers. What’s a butcher? A person who cuts and sells meat. Or perhaps there was leftover fish. Or leftover vegetables. You’d put them in the fridge and make something new with them the next day. Sure, they could just throw them away, but that’s a waste. No, I don’t know what Shrimp Wiggle is. Nope I don’t know what Bean Rarebit is either. Uncle Nate said what? That he had a “Mushroom Dream” once? Don’t listen to Uncle Nate.
The International Cook Book, Margaret Weimer Heywood, 1929