A woman who used to live next door to my daughter would never, ever keep anything she'd cooked until the next day. So, if she made too much lasagne, for example, she'd call over the fence and ask my daughter if she wanted some, otherwise it would just be binned. She had a freezer, and my daughter asked her why she didn't just portion it up and freeze it for later. 'Oh no, I couldn't do that' she'd say, with a disgusted look on her face, 'I have to use everything up on the day I make it, or it gets thrown out.' Even cakes - she'd make a Victoria sandwich, she and her daughter would have a slice each, and she'd give the rest away to neighbours, or bin it. 