A couple more glances into the fridge showed him leftover pork and chicken from the other day’s cookout party. He pulled that out, chopped it up finely, and added it to the pan. Now he just had to keep things moving, so it didn’t burn. Stir, stir, stir! When he finished, he spooned it into a bowl, packed it down, and then upended it onto a plate. This left a nice round-shaped mound of rice on his plate. He nibbled at it, and it seemed bland. He threw some sesame seeds, a bit of sesame oil, and some chopped parsley on top. Still, it seemed like it was missing something as a final touch. He looked once more in the fridge, and his eyes landed on some cheese and hot sauce. He threw a slice of cheese on top, and it began melting because of the heat of the rice. It looked creamy and good. A splash of hot sauce on the middle of the mound of rice finished it off nicely with some heat. He did like hot stuff. Lunch ended up being great, and he really didn’t cook anything new, but just combined leftovers into some of the best fried rice he’d ever had. Next time, he thought he might try putting some avocado on top or some crushed peanuts for some nuttiness. He wasn’t much of a chef, but he thought anyone could do what he’d just done.