I own a small cafe, so my whole day is tiny spoon tastes, pastry edges, and 'just one bite' that turns into four. Portion control has always been the hard part for me, not the cooking.
This morning the scale showed the number I picked two years ago, and I sat on the kitchen stool and cried a little. Not because it was magic — I still have to plan every shift meal and keep a soup cup instead of a bowl near the espresso machine.
But I can now taste a new scone, wrap the rest for staff, and move on. That feels new. For those of you who work around food, what's your best trick for staying sane during a busy Saturday rush?