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the above tale was at the end of a lifetime of difficult
meals with mother, who always said her favourite food
was toast, had a troubled relationship with food, couldn’t
enjoy it, didn’t want her children to either, a prim,
fastidious woman, mean spirited, pinched, this translates
into food and feeding, no dining scene from Tom Jones for
this woman.
Even though when they came to visit, we had good food aplenty, fresh and good quality, children with hearty appetites,
she still didn ‘t really want it, poked at it, suspiciously.
I suspect many of the mean hosts have eating disorders, do not enjoy eating, don’t want guests to either.
These are people who - offer you a chocolate biscuit from a long packet, with your mug of tea, but kept his thumb underneath the top one so no chance of you taking two -
on NYE asking you around for a drink, opens bottle of wine, pour tiny glasses, he doesn’t have one as he doesn’t drink, forces cork back into bottle
This is normal to them, cannot let their hair down, enjoy themselves, the self censored oral police