We pass around in no particular order. Different dishes in opposite directions. Sometimes just set in the middle and help yourself. More rarely served from the kitchen such as chili or soup.
We pass around in no particular order. Different dishes in opposite directions. Sometimes just set in the middle and help yourself. More rarely served from the kitchen such as chili or soup.
In the upper Midwest the last piece of anything is the "guilt" piece that no one can eat. We never can get all the dishes passed in the same direction without some stern instruction in my family.
At grandmas there was no question, you passed to the left. Everybody (oftentimes 25+) was on the same page. I always find it amusing at others houses where some are passing left. Some are passing right. Some are free for alling. Some aren’t passing anything, just eating and holding the line up.