It’s a week after Thanksgiving and you’re staring down the tower of leftover containers in your refrigerator, coming to grips, once again, that your too-much gene has taken over and realizing you had no right to get the 17 pound turkey for two people and a dog. Why did you make an entire 9x13 pan of stuffing? Who needs an entire gallon of mashed potatoes? No one person could possibly eat 3 cups of cranberry sauce and, what’s that, oh yeah an extra pie crust you made because you were convinced you’d need it. You didn’t need it then or now but you made your pie crust bed and you’ve got to lie in it.
Does this sound like you? Good, because it’s exactly what happened to me and I’m here to help.