Not just song circles but all get-togethers.
When I came to Canada, already there were signs of change in the States, but NOT IN CANADA! It was heaven!
The table was laden with beef, ham, turkey, cold cuts, smoked salmon, real cheddar and all the good stuff, with plenty of Canadian rye (or rum in the Maritimes) to wash it down. Everyone loaded their plates to overflowing, polished that off and went back for seconds (and a third trip for the desserts). Real food for real people.

Now, as you say, sadly there are the rabbit foods (or would even Brer Rabbit wonder about them) with all sorts of peculiar yuck in which to immerse these crudities (spelling intentional), "finger" foods of uncertain origin, and (horrors!) the occasional glass of wine, often not suited even for faux foreign cookery- or some perfumed designer coffee or tea. One is lucky to find "goldfish" and wheat crackers to subsist on, let alone real bread.
No more going home stuffed to repletion, but having to stop at MacDonald's to fend off starvation.