I hear that. My dad probably got taught a lesson because he was a small kid. He wasn’t getting anything else until he ate THAT meal. :p
My mother wasn’t taught that lesson. She grew up on a farm. Between what they grew, raised and what the gill nets caught in Lake Superior they had plenty. If you left something on your plate, that was all right, pigs gotta eat, too!
She never got any of the choicest parts. Her family were “old country” with famine in living memory. My great grandmother was just over four feet tall because she was so deprived growing up. The men ate first because if they didn’t eat, nobody ate. Mom still doesn’t know if her first try at baking a cake (Dark chocolate cake with seven minute frosting made on a wood stove!) was any good. Like I said, the men ate first...