tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post4551448804445942306..comments2023-10-10T12:07:58.895+01:00Comments on mugofstrongtea : Get your elbows off the table!Phil Lowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-92052956847794472852009-04-08T13:17:00.000+01:002009-04-08T13:17:00.000+01:00Hi Phil, happy to see my comment here, thanks for ...Hi Phil, happy to see my comment here, thanks for this Phil<BR/><BR/>kang.Kanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11025162601775155056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-76018265208062832942009-04-08T11:04:00.000+01:002009-04-08T11:04:00.000+01:00Ah lip smacking and making noises while eating use...Ah lip smacking and making noises while eating used to drive my dad barmy. i had a childhood friend who used to hum whilst eating but that is unusual.<BR/><BR/>Kang: Thanks for your email on this topic. I hope you don't mind me sharing the details with my readers from your Chinese family perspective.<BR/><BR/>'Hi Phil,<BR/><BR/>I stumbled into your food blog via food buzz and am enjoying it on the whole. I grew up in a Chinese household and as you know Chinese dishes are shared amongst the table.<BR/><BR/>We need leverage since we use chopsticks so one elbow is always on the table, while the other holds on to the sticks. Because food is shared, chopsticks would clash in the air above the food, and to avoid this, we're taught as kids to let the elders go for the food first, as a sign of respect to our parents.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, that's my childhood story about table manners.<BR/><BR/>I run londoneater.com, a London restaurant blog and was wondering if you'd consider doing a link exchange?do come check out my blog if you can and keep up the great wok at yours!<BR/><BR/>Kind regards<BR/>Kang.'Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-55396085379290034292009-04-03T13:43:00.000+01:002009-04-03T13:43:00.000+01:00What an interesting list. Growing up in a not par...What an interesting list. Growing up in a not particularly happy family, mealtime is actually one of my better memories. My dad's biggest no-no was lip smacking, and I have to say, that annoys me as well. Other than that and having to clean your plate, family dinner was usually a nice time.The Courteous Chihuahuahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18201523853414821783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-44575242149175045142009-04-02T08:10:00.000+01:002009-04-02T08:10:00.000+01:00I share your list Phil, it must be an ex army thin...I share your list Phil, it must be an ex army thing.<BR/><BR/>GGfirstfiddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09193450667386640706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-73538895978417212302009-04-01T20:14:00.000+01:002009-04-01T20:14:00.000+01:00I'm always smoking cigars after the ladies retire,...I'm always smoking cigars after the ladies retire, that and a quality brandy followed by a good old hunting shooting session on the moors with Prince whatever his darned name is, what? Reading the newspaper (only the Times) over breakfast is fine as long as the servants clear up after one, don't you think old chum?Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-16324190460098264022009-04-01T20:07:00.000+01:002009-04-01T20:07:00.000+01:00Being a single young lad like yourself I regularly...Being a single young lad like yourself I regularly make a 3 or 4 day meal in my slow cooker. Stew is great as is my girlfriends meat Gumbo recipe but Chili Con Carne can get a bit dodgy!<BR/><BR/>I remember reading a section in the Times about manners and etiquette. One question asked if it was good manners to read the newspaper at the table. <BR/>If eating breakfast it is fine to muse over the paper whether in compant or alone.<BR/>Lunches were for light conversation but no papers.<BR/>Dinner was a very formal affair where conversation and cigars should be left until after the meal had ended and the ladies withdrawn. That bit sounds around 150 years old to me but it was printed within the last 5 years. Hehe.<BR/>G.StGeorgeOfEnglandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15784670285839149788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-6691332441177105852009-04-01T19:45:00.000+01:002009-04-01T19:45:00.000+01:00French Fancy: I made a few pastrami and salad sand...French Fancy: I made a few pastrami and salad sandwiches with them See her latest post for an amusing post about the joys of Lidl.<BR/><BR/>Guy: That stew sounds great. I often make a stew for myself although the amount I make is more like for a family of six and I am quite happy to eat the same thing for a few days running.<BR/><BR/>Roger:the only time I recall having meals away from the table was on Sunday night when a buffet type salad was prepared by my step-mum and we would all sit in the living room watching the Holiday programme presented by Cliff Mitchelmore. Oh we would go to the park for picnics in the summmer too and eat on the grass.Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-11953588165120066122009-04-01T18:38:00.000+01:002009-04-01T18:38:00.000+01:00I was a child growing up in the 60s and 70s and ha...I was a child growing up in the 60s and 70s and had a similar set of rules. I have fond memories of the rare occasions when we had dinner guests. The adults would eat together in the dining room and the kids would have their meals in the living room. Without adult supervision, the normal rules didn’t apply. Great fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-13015724780398051752009-04-01T18:16:00.000+01:002009-04-01T18:16:00.000+01:00Hope the pastrami and tomatoes made a nice tasty m...Hope the pastrami and tomatoes made a nice tasty meal,French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-39148479638514594012009-04-01T15:38:00.000+01:002009-04-01T15:38:00.000+01:00All is forgiven French Fancy - your parents parent...All is forgiven French Fancy - your parents parents have clearly brung you up ok, regardless.I have missed your wit so I'm pleased you are back in the fold, as it were. My Dad could be a bit of a Victorian Dad bless him. He's probably up in heaven wiping the back of God's ears with a damp spittle soaked hankie right now. A check to see if one had washed behind one's ears, by the way.Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-34360228959637938512009-04-01T15:15:00.000+01:002009-04-01T15:15:00.000+01:00I must have had lovely parents because I don't rem...I must have had lovely parents because I don't remember any rules at all and I'm not disgusting or anything.<BR/><BR/>(sorry I've not posted on everything you've done lately - I've been working, believe it or not)French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-39942168258062685772009-04-01T12:00:00.000+01:002009-04-01T12:00:00.000+01:00Yeah, books at the table? Jeez! What Barbarians. H...Yeah, books at the table? Jeez! What Barbarians. Hehe.<BR/>Laptop, mobile phone, even not using a table at all seem to be the norm these days.<BR/>When I read your list yesterday Phil it was exactly as I was raised around the same period.<BR/>My mum would make the most wonderful stews in the biggest pan I had ever seen. My sister would sit and pick out parsnip, onion, mushroom and any of those wonderful Bisto lumps of black/brown goo that swam around. When nobody was looking I would scoop everything of the rim of her bowl into mine. I had a meal and a half at stew time.StGeorgeOfEnglandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15784670285839149788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-39063402235844422222009-04-01T10:51:00.000+01:002009-04-01T10:51:00.000+01:00Wow, what a great comment MattW. Like the bit abou...Wow, what a great comment MattW. Like the bit about toys at the table and reading a book. That's not right - laptop yeah but toys no. Only kidding about the laptop. Thanks for all the effort you've put in for the list - lot of similarities there.Cheers.Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-52459451431174315342009-04-01T09:44:00.000+01:002009-04-01T09:44:00.000+01:00I was born in 1982. Our table rules weren't as str...I was born in 1982. Our table rules weren't as strict as yours, but I think you'll find a lot of them are common to many people:<BR/><BR/>No chewing with your mouth open.<BR/>No talking with your mouth full.<BR/>Don't start until everybody is seated.<BR/>Don't reach across the table; ask somebody to pass what you want.<BR/>Don't put your knife in your mouth (I always thought this was a safety thing more than ettiquette, but I guess it's both)<BR/>Try not to spill food or drink on the table, tablecloth, floor, yourself, other diners...<BR/>Avoid belching or breaking wind; say 'pardon me' if it's unavoidable.<BR/>Eat everything on the plate.<BR/>Wash your hands before and after the meal.<BR/>Help with the preparation or cleanup.<BR/>Stay at the table after you've finished until you're excused.<BR/>No toys, books or other non-eating activities at the table (I mention this as although I would have thought it was obvious, I had a friend who was raised in a house where it was perfectly ordinary for everyone to sit and read a book or play with toy cars during dinner)<BR/><BR/>We didn't say grace, as we aren't a religious family. There weren't line-up inspections of cleanliness, although I suspect Dad had such things when he was little. Granddad was quite strict about things like that. Presumably from the same generation as your father.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com