Not to take your thread off subject, but during the same time period my husband and I had our 7 year old grandson, who was quite the budding gourmet, with us in Seattle. We had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants that had used the first initial of their name as a logo.
The grandson ordered a dessert, which came on a huge, charger sized dinner plate, which had sprinkled cocoa powder over the stenciled ornate "M" on the plate. Meaning the "M" was the clean area.
The plate was attacked with only the gusto that a seven year old boy can have for a chocolate dessert; which meant that the cocoa powder was on his face in his eyebrows, cheeks, elbows, end of his nose; you could almost see the cloud of chocolate dust rising above the white linens and sparkling silver. We could see every diner looking at him in amusement; even the waiters were taking peaks at him from behind the foliage.
As we walked out of the dining room, he was asked a dozen times by other diners, "How was your dessert?"
And with a straight serious chocolate covered face, he's tell them, "Pretty good."