Maggie always presided over these meals. We could never order dinner until she had ordered her second martini, which of course meant there had to be a first martini. Now picture yourself as a child, waiting interminably for dinner. She didn't just down these drinks; there was conversation. Now hear the adult voices, "One piece of bread! You'll spoil your dinner." Yeah more like, "stop eating your cousin's arm or you'll spoil your dinner." My sister took to eating sugar packets. Despite what you may think, we were incredibly well behaved through all this.
Then, when dinner was at long last served, my grandmother would lift what was left of her glass and say,
Let's take our time, and enjoy this meal.