Once upon a time, Widows & Orphans, Women & Children, Old Folks, then Hunters and Warriors ate. What has happened that changed Society so much that the breadwinner now eats first, all others afterwards? Hungry hunters run faster and don't give up as quick. JMHO YMMV.
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My family and guests serve themselves before I fill my plate. At work I ensure my team serves themselves before I fill my plate. Same when I was in a military leader capacity.
I always ensure those in my charge are taken care of first, then me. That is how I was raised.
Except for my bourbon collection.....first pour is mine. Kidding. If pouring with guests so inclined we all toast and sip together and discuss notes.
I always ensure those in my charge are taken care of first, then me. That is how I was raised.
Except for my bourbon collection.....first pour is mine. Kidding. If pouring with guests so inclined we all toast and sip together and discuss notes.
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Ruger Guru
Society has changed from; "Take care of others first" to one where it's just a "ME first" attitude.
But there are still many of us that cling to the old ways.
But there are still many of us that cling to the old ways.
Is that what they call home style dining? Who gets first selection when the plates are passed?
Plates are all on the table.
Start passing the food to the left, just as you would if dealing cards.
Now back in the 50's on the farm every meal had a different priority. Whoever woke first and stoked the furnace got served breakfast first, whoever was working closest to Grandmas kitchen usually got lunch first, and whoever did the most work during the day got served first at dinner. YMMV.
Now small things like take whatever you want, but ensure that you eat everything you take, were common sense. If you wanted half a dozen eggs and ventured down from the loft to the basement and stoked the cold fire back into life, well then you got half a dozen eggs from yesterday's gather. But since someone else may not get an egg, you needed to eat whatever you took. Those that huddled under their warm blankets in the loft waiting another to venture down to the basement and restock the fire, well they might not get an egg or two for breakfast? 
At home, it isn't a big deal nor even noticed who gets fed first. Usually the smaller children (if any are present) and their 'keepers' go first but after that, no real order of who goes next.
At the community building meals, the older folks often stand back and let the families with children go first but still no real order. Neither place has ever run short on food so a non-issue.
At the community building meals, the older folks often stand back and let the families with children go first but still no real order. Neither place has ever run short on food so a non-issue.
Ditto.
Growing up my mom would put all the food on the table and we (7 of us) sat down passed dishes around and we all ate at the same time. If we were at a family gathering (reunion or Sunday dinner) the older folks went first, then the parents and us kids got whatever was left.
After I got married and had my own kids, it was standard practice to serve the kids first, then the women and the men were last… again getting whatever was left. Always felt a little shorted that they changed the rules and I never got my turn at the front of the line, but judging by my weight I guess I always got my share and then some.
After I got married and had my own kids, it was standard practice to serve the kids first, then the women and the men were last… again getting whatever was left. Always felt a little shorted that they changed the rules and I never got my turn at the front of the line, but judging by my weight I guess I always got my share and then some.
Yaworski
Hawkeye
I've always passed to the right.
FWIW, in many cultures, the wife serves and doesn't sit at the table. My godmother was old school Russian and she never ate with everyone else when we were at her house.
gjgalligan
Blackhawk
I always heard that the bread winner is first, children next and the wife last. If the wife was "husky" it was a sign the bread winner was a good one.
I always wait until last. That way I don’t have to be worried about how much I take…
Growing up, all the food was placed on the table, we said blessing and then the food was passed around for you to get what you wanted (but you ate all that you took). Even if it was something we might not quite like, you took a small helping and ate it because Mom fixed it for all of us.
When the wife and I got married, I always had her get her food before I got mine. When the kids we born, they got served (or served themselves) first, them my wife then me. Even with the kids grown and gone, the wife gets her plate before I get mine.
When we have something going on at our place, guests (be they family or friends) always go to the head of the line, then my family and then me.
Now, if I see a particular item that I think would be perfect for me, since I probably cooked it, I might "hide" it so I get it.
When the wife and I got married, I always had her get her food before I got mine. When the kids we born, they got served (or served themselves) first, them my wife then me. Even with the kids grown and gone, the wife gets her plate before I get mine.
When we have something going on at our place, guests (be they family or friends) always go to the head of the line, then my family and then me.
Now, if I see a particular item that I think would be perfect for me, since I probably cooked it, I might "hide" it so I get it.
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If there was a shortage kids and wife first.
There has always been plenty so it doesn’t really matter much. Nobody goes hungry on my watch.
There has always been plenty so it doesn’t really matter much. Nobody goes hungry on my watch.
If there was anything left on our plate or something served we didn't like......Mom said no problem you don't have to eat it now. Guess what was for breakfast...
I always had a dog tucked under my chair to ensure I didn’t have to eat all my liver…just make a good showing and the rest was surreptitiously slipped to my furry savior. Liver was the only thing that I never acquired a taste for, even to this day.
When wife was visiting her grandmother as a kid everyone waited under the covers as long as ;possible because no one wanted to make that trip to the outhouse in cold weather. Once the seat was warmed up other followed.Now small things like take whatever you want, but ensure that you eat everything you take, were common sense. If you wanted half a dozen eggs and ventured down from the loft to the basement and stoked the cold fire back into life, well then you got half a dozen eggs from yesterday's gather. But since someone else may not get an egg, you needed to eat whatever you took. Those that huddled under their warm blankets in the loft waiting another to venture down to the basement and restock the fire, well they might not get an egg or two for breakfast?
Liver
I've eaten bugs, grubs and all sorts of stuff in training. But could never stomach liver, brussel sprouts, or cauliflower. My parents always had our dogs well trained and they were normally outside at dinner time. My first trick was to spit it into my napkin when I thought nobody was looking. Mom busted me. Then I tried to get up and go to the bathroom.....Mom busted me once again. I couldn't win. I lost count how many times I sat at the table when everyone was already excused, refusing to eat. Sent to bed early only to have the same plate/food presented to me for breakfast.....I eventually learned to just swallow everything I disliked whole with a gulp of milk to avoid an unpleasant breakfast the next morning.
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I love liver. Especially deer and chicken fried in butter. Yummy.
Unfortunately it causes gout flare ups.
Unfortunately it causes gout flare ups.
Liver and onions with brown gravy is one of my favorites. Fried livers and gizzards excellent lunch. I can eat cottage cheese with fruit, but it tastes to much like sour milk for me to eat it plain. I like greens, but greens with fatback and Tabasco, make for fine dining. JMHO YMMV.
I never considered letting guests and kids eat first as being old fashioned. That’s just the way it’s done.
I don’t know what the OP is talking about either.
My wife and I don’t eat many meals together because of schedules but when we do we eat at the same time.
I don’t know what the OP is talking about either.
My wife and I don’t eat many meals together because of schedules but when we do we eat at the same time.
It's just me and my wife but who ever sits down first waits for the other one to come and sit before eating... except if I'm first to sit down it is okay to pick up a few things with my fingers... as long as I don't lift a utensil it doesn't count....
Of course when we have guest every one has to be seated and then the host, she who must be obeyed, gives the okay to eat.
Of course when we have guest every one has to be seated and then the host, she who must be obeyed, gives the okay to eat.
All my life as both a child and growing up and into today the supper table is more like this one:
Wife and I eat together.
At family dinners, kids, seniors then adults go through the line fixing their plates, after a blessing has been said.
At deer camp, we eat together and argue about who goes first to fix their plate.
At family dinners, kids, seniors then adults go through the line fixing their plates, after a blessing has been said.
At deer camp, we eat together and argue about who goes first to fix their plate.
At camp, the cook always serves everyone else first. Pecking order starts with the hunter who bagged the tablefair, then those that prepared the fixings, next come the beaters, trackers, onlookers, and the cook. Everyone eats, but the prime cuts usually disappear first.
