In my house, the rule is generally eat it or lose it. I live with a midnight muncher who has a tendency to reach in the fridge and grab whatever he touches even if it's covered with my name. When my brother is home, it's even worse. I have become rather protective of my food, especially my sweets. So, last night when my friend Chris gifted me with a plate of frosted banana scrumptiousness, I was determined that it would survive to be consumed on the morrow.