“Stop taking two and three plates of food,” my mother said to me angrily. I was at a wedding and seven years old. Back then, at a lot of the weddings we used to go to, the food would be pre-served on a plate. I could never get enough of those calorie-ridden platters. Waylaying different waiters, (so I would not be recognised), I’d polish 3-4 plates without blinking an eye. Mum wasn’t impressed, and told me to stop and desist. “Why?” I’d ask. Her stock reply was always, “It’s bad manner...