Whether it was because of my parents or just my voracious nature, I love leftovers of all kinds. It seems to me just about anything is just as good, if not better, the next day and the next…and the next. Typically, my lunches consist of leftover food eaten right out of the container, sometimes standing in front of the fridge with the door open, drinking directly from a jug of limeade to wash it all down. (Okay, so maybe my parents weren't so successful in civilizing me either.) But lately, I've taken to transforming leftovers into whole new dishes, like the one pictured here.