Even though I am grievously injured, I sucked it up and made a lunch for my husband. OK, if you want to be really technical, I had to put the leftovers *somewhere* and it was just as easy to put them in his lunch container versus a regular storage container, but I digress. Grievously injured and still being a nice wife sounds much better (and hopefully will convince him that I need a housekeeper to come next week and vacuum, dust and do the kitchen floor).
Anyhow, he had leftover beef stew on top of rice (it's under there, really!), grapes and melon and assorted cookies. Nothing fancy at all, but infinitely better than a run to Taco Bell.