Sometimes I have a tendency to overdo things. I never set out with those intentions, but there are times when I have a problem realizing when enough’s enough. Going overboard on some things isn’t necessarily bad, but other times it can put you in quite a predicament.

Case in point: I recently made a pot of chicken soup. OK, what’s so terrible about that? Well, I made enough chicken soup to last until spring. Seriously. It didn’t start off that way. It started with just a chicken. But like the Grimm Brothers “stone soup” fable, it kept growing. Mind you, I was both the traveler and the villagers in my own version of the story, but I couldn’t help myself. I would add a little of this and a little of that, some more celery, a few more potatoes and before I knew it I had multiple pots brewing on my trusty stove.

So now my refrigerator is stocked with Tupperware containers full of chicken soup. Which, depending on how I look at it, can be a good thing. I don’t have to worry about grocery shopping or meal planning for a few decades. I won’t have to do the fast food routine during my lunch break. I won’t have to consult the List for personal chefs — or maybe I should so I can share my never-ending chicken soup recipe with them! Hmmm, I wonder who I’ll have to call once I start sprouting feathers and a beak? I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.