The morning was a choreographed chaos of finding matching socks, debating the quickest route to avoid the new road construction, and the inevitable hunt for the car keys, which were always exactly where Dad had left them: in his pocket.
Leftovers are a serious business. Yesterday’s dal is today's paratha stuffing. Nothing is wasted. This "waste not" mentality is hardwired into the because the memory of scarcity (either in the family history or the current budget) is always present.