My Dad always cooked the Sunday lunch and he was an excellent cook! He served us the biggest and best meal of the week.......and it was HUGE! We were given a gigantic serving plate each, overflowing with food and if we didn't eat it all we had to do the washing up. Like all good chefs he had used every dish and saucepan in the house and the kitchen looked as though a bomb had dropped on it. No-one wanted to clean up after him so we all ate every morsel.