That feeling that settles in after an epic grocery store shop is akin to euphoria. Cupboards, shelves, and a refrigerator all fully stocked with food does one’s heart and mood a world of good. We are, after all, dependent upon food for survival—and it can be pretty tasty, too. But the next day, maybe you oversleep and decide to just buy breakfast instead of making it. Then you go for lunchtime burritos the day after. Then impromptu sushi with a friend pops up the day after that. A week of this, and the bagged iceberg lettuce in your fridge starts to putrefy, the deli meat dons a strangely sweet fragrance, and the bread turns the colors of a Dr. Seuss book. All of a sudden, you find yourself throwing out the very food that you felt so good about buying.