"Do as I say, Not as I do" was never more applicable than with my Mom.
Mom always says you need to share. But just today she told me about the time she bought some struedel at a bazaar and broke her hard and fast rule.
Years ago she was in Victoria, B.C., where she sampled some struedel lovingly baked by a congregant. Mom bought all 8 bags, leaving nothing for any other prospective customer. As Mom said, "The struedel was baked just the way Mama used to make it."
This morning Mom fessed up that she ate every single piece of struedel in those 8 bags, "not sharing a single crumb with anyone else!" She also revealed that she has proof of the incident--because it all went to and still remains on her tuchas (rear end).
So I guess I get my "hoarding" instinct honestly. All that See's candy given to me by my library students and secretly stored in the dining room drawer also made its way to my backside.