The title, I suppose, deserves some explanation.  The story is one of those
family traditions which "just happen." Ours happened this way:

It was one  of those  nights when the  phone  rings  at just the wrong  moment.
Betty was preparing fish and chips (in the oven, from the freezer - this was in
the days before the diet) when she called.  Somehow we seem to have our
share of friends who have more than their share of problems. Betty listened
as only she can;  sympathized and advised.  Money was tight in that
household, and our friend mentioned that she would be without dinner that
night.  Now, Betty has taken to heart the motto of our house, "No man leaves
my home hungry." She immediately offered to bring something over (our
friend is disabled, she does not drive).  The offer was politely declined as
being too much bother for Betty. Betty had an answer: Referring to the meal
in the oven, she said, "I could bring you some leftovers from ours."

That's what she says she said. That's not what I and the kids heard. Soon,
in echoing voices suitable to a grade B science fiction movie from the 1950's,
you could hear all of us intoning, "Leftovers from Mars!" Ever since then,
fish and chips have been served in this house under the title "Leftovers from
Mars." The title is also used for meals we share, of course.

So it is our pleasure to share with you some of the recipes from the infamous
"diet" that I complain about so much in my lessons.  Enjoy them (I vouch for
all of them!) with our thanks for your wonderful support.