One of my grandparents is an Italian immigrant and it’s very much this. Grew up with “here try this” and “have more” because they’d be damned if anyone under their roof went hungry or felt like they had to hold back. They also like all sorts of pizza toppings, because they had to eat nothing but dandelions while hiding from Nazis.

Having grown up poor myself I’m a lot the same way as an adult, too. If someone wants food or drink in my home or while out with me they get it, no questions asked. Adventurousness is encouraged, and a happy belly means I did my job right.