tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420753.post6975694628397307586..comments2024-01-08T08:19:14.579-05:00Comments on I Can't Believe I Ate The Whole Thing!: Simple FoodAstinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349033187012323688noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420753.post-553627588998951562008-05-04T10:34:00.000-04:002008-05-04T10:34:00.000-04:00Nice post Asting and the other comments are fantas...Nice post Asting and the other comments are fantastic.<BR/><BR/>When i was growing up, my Dad was the manager of a few restaurants. We often at out, as a family. We ate together as a family at home on the dining room table. It was odd for us in that to eat with Dad, we needed to go out, but we did do it all together.<BR/><BR/>My wife and I have been eating together at the dinner table since we started living together. It hasn't changed and both of our kids have grown up eating at least 6 nights a week together.<BR/><BR/>We really value this time together.<BR/><BR/>Having grown up in a kitchen, I still enjoy spending the time when I can to make good meal. Both OhCountess and I like to cook. We sometimes even do it together. Although, I can still be a bit of a head chef. (Not a good plan with the Mrs.)<BR/><BR/>Great post! I think that someday, the family dinner will make a comeback.OhCaptainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09399011365659793142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420753.post-32219338183575003562008-05-01T19:10:00.000-04:002008-05-01T19:10:00.000-04:00I'm really glad to read the comment by Otis. Grow...I'm really glad to read the comment by Otis. Growing up, my family at at the dining room table nearly every night of the week, and, on Sunday, three times. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I loved that big table and everything that happened around it. Like Otis, it didn't much register at the time how important it was -- it was just our routine and I didn't have a different experience to compare to.<BR/><BR/>My father worked out of the office and came home at lunch. My mother made a hot lunch and served by Dad at that table, and then he went back to work. He much preferred that routine, to the cafeteria (I don't know about my Mom though -- but she never complained).<BR/><BR/>All these years later, we have scattered to the winds and while I still cook a nice meal for myself, and always, always serve it on white plates (just like Mom did), I often will be at my desk or the coffee table, and not at my dinner table. I think not having my family around it, means it "doesn't count" when of course, it truly does. Perhaps I should work on that.<BR/><BR/>What makes me happy about Otis is that now that the child is old enough to sit at the table, they are now doing so. It is such a happy memory for me, and I count myself so lucky to have parents who understood its importance, even when I didn't. <BR/><BR/>My dear Dad is gone, and Mom had told me when she goes, no matter what the cost, that big huge table is being shipped to me, because I talk about that simple routine constantly. That table is the best thing about my childhood, honestly, and I hope it doesn't arrive too soon, but when it does, I'll cherish it.<BR/><BR/>Anyway. Good post!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07190714048807464134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420753.post-23396478726731332082008-05-01T13:08:00.000-04:002008-05-01T13:08:00.000-04:00I'm not one of those people who cling to tradition...I'm not one of those people who cling to tradition simply because it's tradition. That said, I did grow up in a family that ate together at a table nearly every night until I was in my late teens. At the time, it wasn't important to me. Looking back, it was something really special.<BR/><BR/>When my wife and I got married, we rarely ate dinner together and if we did, it was usually in front of the TV--even if I'd spent two hours working on the meal.<BR/><BR/>Since my son has been old enough to sit at the dinner table, my wife and I have made an effort to have dinner at the dinner table and avoid takeout as much as possible. It is without a doubt my favorite time of day.Otishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13227267182019546733noreply@blogger.com