This is too funny.

My father was a priest in a rural parish northwest of Ottawa for a decade in the 1950s. His days included visits to the various farming families in the afternoons. I don't know if he made "appointments" or whether he just dropped in. But, as you can imagine, he was always fed with "dainties" and afternoon tea. He was a small fella, but after a decade of this, grew to be a big fella. Especially, when he came home, my mother would have another dinner for him. He always ate it. It grew to be a problem later in life, but it was a fact of life back in the day.

Also, some parishioners would invite the "minister" and his family for dinner every so often. So, on a Saturday evening, we were often greeted with a dinner that included a turkey, a roast beef and a roast pork for dinner. It was just their way of being a good host; it was their abundance. I used to think it was just awesome!! But, I am sure it added to my father's weight.

So, it was all very pleasant … but, your recollection of a big block of cheese brought these memories home. "A generation of generous women whose mission in life is to feed men." Indeed!!

Cheers,

Andy