As a child, I often went to my grandmother in Ukraine. My grandmother was intensely feeding the poor Leningradis, because she thought we were weak and pale. At that time he was 6 l. With all the truths and lies he tried to get rid of food. Kitchen in Ukraine is a separate building. So, after a week of living, the brother, all who entered the yard, warned, pointing to the kitchen - Don't go there, there they feed.