A dinner party where Apricot soup was served
one of the few offerings I have genuinely had difficulty eating.
I could go on and on re MIL.
Counting food and noting how many potatoes everyone has taken.
FILs (RIP) bloody breakfast: a small glass of orange juice, muesli with sunpat raisins added (no other brand) and top of the silver top milk (opening a new one before an old was was finished), a cup of tea, milk in first, a slice of wholemeal toast with salted butter and golden shred lime marmalade, then a braeburn apple followed by a another cup of tea. If something was wrong, ie, Granny Smith apple instead of Braeburn he would go on and on all day. It was almost lunchtime when he finished. Lunch was a cheese sandwich with one side buttered, the cheese in vertically, not horizontally as I once made it, with either a large pickled onion halved or two small ones.
Apart from the above he wasn't fussy. He just didn't eat: garlic, mushrooms, pasta, chicken or cruciferous vegetables. And MIL doesn't and didn't cook. Her DC grew up on Fray Bentos pies, Vesta Curry, tins and packet gravy.
The saddest thing is/was the counting food and stretching something for four around five. All the children remember being hungry and DH was in particular irked when FIL died and there was a cool million in his half of the estate, excluding the house and his parents had spent nearly 50 years being unspeakably mean with food. MILs parents didn't behave like it despite being much poorer and she worked full time in a very good job so it had nothing to do with FIL not handing over the housekeeping.