When I bought candy (usually Brach's pick-a-mix, sold by weight), I'd get two or three pounds of it and, while it was still seemed an impossibly abundant resource, I would hide a few pieces in different places in my room. Then I would enjoy the bulk of the candy over the next few days, until the supply dwindled and then was gone.
For days, even weeks, later, I would be carrying out my usual existence, maybe looking for something, and I'd find a piece of candy! How thoughtful of me. A present for me from my old self! I was ecstatic. (ju-jubilant?)