I don't think I'm the worst cook in the world. (And don't worry, I'm not saying that you are.) But how good could I be if everything (and by "everything" I mean almost everything) I cook tastes better the second day, reheated in the microwave? Everything! (Almost.)
And to think that it was only a couple of weeks ago that I was complaining about eating too much because I didn't want leftovers. Boy, did I learn that lesson. It was drilled into me by several people who thought I was nuts for eating more than I was comfortable with, just so I wouldn't have the same meal the next day.
Now I'm doing the opposite. I ate less of the leftover chicken marsala, mushrooms and roast potatoes than I really wanted tonight, because I wanted to enjoy them all again tomorrow. Last night, the chicken was a little mealy and the mushrooms were kind of rubbery. Tonight, they were perfect, and the potatoes had the extra tang of the Worcestershire sauce I used to reheat them.
Maybe everything will be even better tomorrow night, but I don't care. If it's as good as tonight I'll be satisfied.