Past Life Feeder

My friend Lynn asked me the other day if I might be making some Jambalaya soon. Lynn is a very picky eater who consumes practically nothing but Starbucks green tea lattes and movie theatre popcorn so if she wants some real food I figure the least I can do is make it for her.
So after working out and playing Mah Jongg well into the afternoon I decided I should not continue to do fun things for me, but instead make that Jambalaya. Since I was making it for Lynn I might as well make some for others, I thought. So I went about chopping and cooking and before it knew it I had made 32 quarts of chicken and chicken andouille sausage jambalaya.  

The pot in the picture holds just half of the total amount made. The crazy thing about this is that Lynn will eat about half a cup and be full.
I am wondering exactly what syndrome I have that makes me unable to cook small amounts? There must be a name for this. I can not blame this from my years catering. When I was a young child and cooked for my family I over cooked even then. My parents gave me a biblical/American Indian name of “Feeds the five thousands.”
I must have run a major food business in a past life. Perhaps I was a chef to a royal court, feeding not just the royal family, but the staff and hangers on. Or maybe I ran a school food service, or a prison kitchen. Somewhere there has to be a past life feeding experience.
I know there are all these little libraries popping up around the country where people can just pick up a book on a corner. Maybe I can have a little soup kitchen out front of my house. Seems like my need to feed people is deeply bred in me.