I never eat the last piece of pumpkin pie. Nor the last slice of pizza, the last apple, the last cookie, the final few kernels of popcorn at the bottom of the bowl. And the strange thing is that no one — not my mother, my uncles and aunts, Sister Mary Ellen in the fourth grade — ever told me I shouldn’t. But I come from a Swedish family and a Catholic education, so avoidance of guilt is powerful motivation. Nobody else in my family ever eats the last slice of pie either. It just grows mold in the refrigerator and eventually gets tossed out/Steve Crump, Twin Falls Times-News. More here.

Question: How does your family handle the last piece of pie, or slice of pizza, cookie, candy, etc.?