I have an all-you-can-eat son, who is a 20-year-old, highly metabolic, calorie-burning machine, which makes him very much like his father, except that at least his father's nearly three decades older so he no longer has a metabolic rate that requires (or can handle) food in such volumes. Our food bill goes up by 50% when the boy's home from school. And he knows all the hiding places, too. It's not easy, especially not considering that all his friends are the same way and they tend to converge here, too, when he's in residence. This past Christmas holiday, I began putting things I wanted to hang onto in my next-door neighbor's refrigerator garage to get it out of his range.