Let me lick that pan

Tonight, I was scooping out the remains of last night's supper for my lunch tomorrow while Moma had one of her many night time visits to the kitchen for something to drink. Hunched over, she toddled over to where I stood, and said, "What is that?" I said, "last night's supper". She said, "Lemme lick that pan". She sat and ate cold chicken casserole until the pan was clean. Ugh.