Queen of leftovers

Seems like a lot of stuff has been floating around in my head lately (how's that for the teen-angstiest sentence ever?). A lot of it is good stuff, like working on my new house and spending time with people I care about, but some of it is scary stuff, like the woman who was murdered about 10 blocks from my house and some of the spending time with people stuff because of its potential to lead down a painful road of long talks and hurt feelings that I've been down before.

That was quite a run-on sentence, no?

But one amusing thing that's been on my mind is a friend of a friend who has bizarre leftover-food habits. It's been known for some time (and is openly commented upon in front of the woman in question) the my friend's friend doesn't cook, no exceptions. She subsists in three ways: 1) eating in restaurants 2) taking restaurant leftovers home (including those belonging to her dining partners) and 3) collecting home-cooked and -tupperwared dinners that her mom makes for her.

So, according to my friend, this woman's freezer is a wall of little tupperware bricks. Food pyramid, indeed. That's all fine and dandy, but more recently the woman has begun to examine some extreme behavior. When invited to friends' houses for dinner, she loads up her plate with a disproportionate amount of food (and she's a small person), takes just a couple bites, and then asks to take the rest home. Apparently, this has gone to the extreme where the woman got a little hostile when someone reached to have another helping of something, even though her plate was still overfull from the food she'd already loaded on there.

Mostly I'm amused with this (and let me add that the woman is fabulously wealthy, so don't think I'm making fun of some poor, starving ragamuffin), but if someone looked in my fridge they might think I was the same way. My parents keep giving me so much food I don't even have time to eat my own leftovers. I hate throwing things out, but that's what it's coming to.