Parking lot

It's getting awfully crowded in our refrigerator, and we know exactly why. Back in the good old days (meaning as recently as this past July), before I figured out that I'd become gluten-intolerant, my husband and I used to make a motzi (a blessing praising HaShem for bread) on two challah rolls at Shabbat/Sabbath and Yom Tov/Festival meals, then share one roll and put the other back in the freezer.  But these days, it's his and hers—under the challah cover, we put a challah roll for my husband and a gluten-free oat roll for me, and most of the time, neither of us finishes a whole roll. So now, we have leftover remnants of rolls piling up in the 'fridge because we don't know what we can make with them that both of us can eat and/or that won't make us fat. Sigh—it's either a waste problem or a waist problem.  :)