And I feel bad if I waste food, ya know “because of those starving kids in *insert country my momma would reference this We used to visit a restaurant in St Mary Street. My mother would ask for a child’s/small serving of a meal. They were happy to do this and would go one step s head and put the smaller plate of food onto a larger plate so when it came out it wasn’t so noticeable. My mother could never manage a large meal. Subsequently, she’d then have a dessert, again a smaller version. We were customers for decades. I never leave food. If I can’t eat it I always ask for it to be boxed up. I’ve never been made to feel uncomfortable about this. I guess when my mum told me ‘a child in Africa could have eaten that’ it had the desired effect!