It is a very unpleasant feeling being hungry at someone else’s house.
last time I visited my mum, she said “it’s sunny so we’ll have a salad for lunch”.
the salad turns out to be one chopped up lettuce. Between the two of us.
fortunately she was going out that afternoon and I was able to Uber eats in some coffee and fruit toast. (I’m physically disabled so going shopping is tricky).
I well remember pils though. They were famous throughout their family.
they always provided quite a lot of food, but had dinner very early so you were often hungry again by late evening, and used to say “please help yourself as well if you are hungry”.
then someone actually did, and fuck me the row went on for about two hours. We were all accused of being rude and ungrateful and nasty and not appreciating the work they’d put in.
after that everyone used to sneak in food to eat in the bedrooms as snacks.
i still remember the baguette (one baguette) and two bananas that were meant to be lunch for four adults and two children. They jokingly asked when we got back to theirs if anyone was still hungry and both my kids immediately said yes please, we’re starving.