I have a bad habit.

I nearly never finish any meal.

Any leftovers, I stretch it out to a day, 2 days, or sometimes 3 days. I plan as the meal arrives, almost unconsciously. I will eat only half of the rice. Eat only 3 pieces of the chicken so I will have something to eat tomorrow. Maybe this will go good with some pasta…and more seasoning…

Last weekend, I got the pork chop with sweet potatoes. The hunk of meat was so big. I started taking bites, cutting with a knife. As I reached the middle, by habit I started portioning. One small serving of sweet potatoes. One small serving of the pork chop. I automatically started thinking of how I would ask for a to-go container—would it be Styrofoam? Aluminum? Waxed paper box?

But I had to reel myself back. I was at a wedding after all.