Family codes and rituals
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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The pudding race
Our family like to talk. And because we are fairly numerous, this could make dinner time a long drawn-out affair, which was enjoyed by everyone except my dear old Ma.
The ingenious woman that she is, she cooked up a scheme to make everyone (Pa included) eat faster. On the rare times we had a pudding*, she would bring it to the dinner table when approximately half of us had finished our mains.
This marked the beginning of the pudding race.
The rules were simple:
1) You could only start pudding when you'd finished your dinner. (No hiding peas under your knife and fork!)
2) If you finished your pudding and there was still some left unclaimed in the middle of the table, you were permitted to help yourself to seconds. Seconds were supposed to be half the size of firsts, but this was rarely enforced.)
3) If you finished your dinner and there was no pudding left - tough. You lose. Eat faster next time.
Funnily enough, I'm not much of a pudding person any more...
Length? Got shorter each time.
*Usually Angel Delight.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 15:34, Reply)
Our family like to talk. And because we are fairly numerous, this could make dinner time a long drawn-out affair, which was enjoyed by everyone except my dear old Ma.
The ingenious woman that she is, she cooked up a scheme to make everyone (Pa included) eat faster. On the rare times we had a pudding*, she would bring it to the dinner table when approximately half of us had finished our mains.
This marked the beginning of the pudding race.
The rules were simple:
1) You could only start pudding when you'd finished your dinner. (No hiding peas under your knife and fork!)
2) If you finished your pudding and there was still some left unclaimed in the middle of the table, you were permitted to help yourself to seconds. Seconds were supposed to be half the size of firsts, but this was rarely enforced.)
3) If you finished your dinner and there was no pudding left - tough. You lose. Eat faster next time.
Funnily enough, I'm not much of a pudding person any more...
Length? Got shorter each time.
*Usually Angel Delight.
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 15:34, Reply)
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