Pickles, your Auntie and my aunt Ruthie must have been twins separated at birth. My Aunt is a great hostess, we go to her house every Friday for Shabbat Dinner, the table is set, there's usually a first course, soup, a main course and plenty of dessert. Usually we go with our bellies full, just in case. Chances are that not only will it not be tasty, but it will be hazardous to our health. The policy is that nothing gets thrown out. Leftovers are eaten for a period of 3-4 days, and when you can no longer eat them as they are they seem to get recycled into something new. Most specifically salads, Green salad, coleslaw, and other salad, becomes next week's soup But not exclusively, often we come to dinner and have trouble identifying things. Thinfs I had baked months earlier suddenly appear on the table when coffee is served. The only thing I feel secure about more or less is tuna salad, I see her opening the cans and her family is such an avid tuna eater that there are never leftovers. I have to admit that since her husband passed away six months ago things have improved (since he was the preservation specialists), her kids come over at least once a week and throw stuff out, no more 7 year old preserved lemon juice or mustard or jam. I don't know about the stuff in the freezer, I would rather not think about it.