Oh my mil. So many.
Everything has to be in a ramekin. So just the two of us, exhausted from being in the lambing shed, I fancy a little salad cream on my roll, she decants it into a ramekin before I can touch it.
Soup. Absolutely on pain of death no dunkies or floaties. It must be eaten with a spoon, no bread anywhere other than side plate.
No cartons of anything ever near the table. Butter, anything, see ramekin point.
Plates must be burning hot, always.
Doesn't like cucumbers but knows we do so uses cold courgette in salad to trick us.....
Decides to make something, say lasagne, then just adds the contents of the fridge. Blue cheese, Olives, anything going.
Nothing wasted ever. This woman can put a bit out once a year, impressive.