I cleaned my plate most of my life because I felt so badly that I had food and most of the world did not, a fact my mom reminded me of at every meal. She does not like it when food goes to the garbage. I always asked for a doggie bag at a restaurant. Mom freezes left-overs if she thinks they will not be eaten that week and that ends up in something else. The joke growing up was to clean your plate because what we didn't eat that meal would show up in some other form or fashion in the next. My mother will be happy to read this.