When I was a kid, my parents were very poor, so poor that I often didn't have enough to eat. Once I left home for college, the situation back home got much better (probably I ate too much and that made them poor).
One day when I returned to my dorm I saw my dad who had come to visit me. He brought with him an ear of corn, cooked. He said that they were having corn at home, and had remembered that I had rarely had a whole ear of corn when I was home. So they saved an ear of corn for me.
I never ate that corn. Saved it for a long time until it just went bad and I had to throw it away.