The last of the tortillas.
A sizeable dent in the hummus.
The last of the orange juice.
The last of the return address labels.
Not the last of the Special Dark chocolate chips. Just a modest portion, rolling itself about agreeably until it had formed an impromptu heart.
Not pictured: the last of the Hawaiian barbecue, but it’s next on the agenda.
Use/eat it up.
Wear it out.
Make it do.
I love it when nothing goes to waste.