I may have told this story once...
Came home late, buzzed and hungry....
Found some soup on the stove. It was warm, had hot dogs, potatoes, carrots, porkchop pieces, all kinds of good stuff in there.
Ate it all. Went to the livingroom where Grandpa was, and he said "before you take your boots off, be sure to go feed the dog all that old food I cleaned out of the fridge"..
Sorry Grandpa, that dog had cold kibble that night.
At my house now, anytime we crockpot cook a ham, two days later will be a huge pot of beans, with every scrap from the ham and bone in there.
Just last week had one batch that you couldn't hardly find a bean in.