During the summer before I entered college, I and 9 other American students were placed with French families for a month in a beautiful little Burgundian town.
At table, our first evening there, we were two American students, our American leader and 6 members of my French family.
The maman came out of the kitchen carrying a small platter with three normal slices of meat on it. She served me first and proffered the platter.
Far too much food for me alone but not nearly enough for 9 unless I started cutting up the slices. Clearly there were no utensils aavailable for that.
After watching several awful attempts with my HS French, and several sweaty moments, our leader bailed me out.It was Friday; we three Americans got meat, the Roman Catholic family was going to have fish after we had been served.