Living alone, my eyes are bigger than my stomach.
This morning, I cut a cantaloupe into bite-sized pieces.
"I'll never eat all of that," I thought woefully, looking at the big pile of fruit.
Getting a brainwave, I froze half of the cantaloupe pieces for smoothies.
"Family size!" blares at grocery stores. Eight chicken breasts. Low price per pound snags me. More separating and freezing.