I made fried rice a few days ago. It was good. I had leftovers the next day and it was better. I had leftover again a day after and it was even better (spices and flavours developed and it became more savoury). Presumably this will continue until it spoils, hence the title.
Confession. I thought of this while in the bath, not the shower.
I have no idea what it was called! It was long ago, in a city far, far away. Said friend went off and became a cultist, and we lost touch.
I think it was originally a Mexican dish; maybe some kind soul will chip in with the answer.