During a retreat I did a few years ago, the cook served rice six times a week. I can't digest rice very well but I would think, "Never mind, so many sentient beings worked hard to make this food. I see it as blissful wisdom nectar." Then, I would eat a little and make offerings to the birds with the leftovers. I got to know the birds, which coincidentally were the same color as the deity I was meditating on. I saw the birds as the deity and imagined these deities flying in from everywhere, landing on the railing of my porch. I put out the rice transformed into blissful wisdom nectar and then made offerings to them. That helped me to transform the complaining mind that said, "Oh no, not rice again!"
— Thubten Chodron, Cultivating a Compassionate Heart