when my gram was first married, she baked an apple pie one morning. then she began the rest of her chores. by lunchtime she was very hungry, and the pie smelled so good she cut herself a big piece.
well, it tasted so yummy she ate another, and mid afternoon yet another. by then there was just one piece left, and she was so embarrassed she finished it and baked another pie.
granddad noticed she ate very little dinner, and lovingly asked her if she didn't want pie. she declined.
years later she confessed this to him (not that he remembered). lol