I think getting stuck in is great, provided you’re clean then being more tactile with food is more enjoyable. But at the same time you should know that some people would prefer more rigid table manners.
I dont let M dick about, try to get her to sit down and stay at the table, and sit at the table with me until we’re both finished but I’m not all that insistent. I hated that feeling as a kid of not understanding rules surrounding eating - no elbows on the table utterly baffled me and when you’re smaller sometimes you need to put your elbows on it.
Ketchup etiquette is ridiculous I mean I wouldn’t want to eat food covered in it but thats nota case if etiquette
(Most of this is moot though as we rarely eat together and 9 times out 10 we don’t use the table - table is used when her mates are over though as most kids seem to eat like animals and make tons of mess. I’m lucky to have a neat kid!)
Could not give less of a fuck, it’s some bullshit classist shibboleth.
First (and almost only) formal dinner I went to in an Oxford college, the arsehole sat next to me berated me on taking the wrong knife for buttering a roll. I knew it was the wrong one, but the person on the other side of me had taken mine, so I just carried on along the chain.
Same person then asked, when I said I was from Glasgow (as if anyone in the room would know where Airdrie was) said “oh, are you going to stab me then?”
That ketchup thing is hilarious, and a minor point of contention between me and my other half (so minor that I haven’t even mentioned it, just raise my eyebrows when I do the washing up).
Anyway, I squirt ketchup all over my chips, she puts a blob on the side. And when the meal is done, I haven’t wasted any ketchup, yet there’s always surplus left on her plate. So damn you etiquette and your in-built wastage!