One chicken, three meals, and eight happy tummies. One of us went to a Yom Kippur dinner last night and the other took the bird, broth, and vegetables (yesterday’s lunch) home and served it to three for dinner. This morning, back to the studio it came. Augmented with a handful of string beans (a gift from our neighbor) and orecchiette, it fed us (plus a hungry young man who wandered in at noon) again this lunchtime. That is our kind of re-cycling.