Dinner: A Love Story was one of the first blogs I read about 6 years ago. I was so intrigued by their methods to get their children to eat, their writing, and the beautiful birthday cakes they would make their daughter. All of their rituals seemed to create a beautiful, family, tv show in my head.
I had completely forgotten about it until I stumbled on a post from ‘Miss Melange‘ on the book. It made me want to curl up with a book and just read, read, read.
We always had family dinner when I was growing up. It was nice to have a place to ‘talk’ with no phones, tv’s, or computer screens staring us in the face. Okay, it wasn’t nice when I had to pry away from my friends on ‘im’ but I was happy when I sat down (typical).
I can still remember what a pain it was to take out the four different salad dressings we had to have on the table to satisfy everyone’s tastes, my dad criticizing the fact that one of us forgot to set out the salt and pepper, and my mom telling me I put the fork and knife on the wrong side of the plate. I still haven’t learned that last one, my husband corrects me now.
My mom would make chicken breasts stuffed with muenster cheese, top it with a sage cream sauce, and pair it with egg noodles. I envision her cooking in a kitchen like I see Hermione Granger whisking her wand around Hogwarts like she’s a seventh year. (I’m a HP fan, obviously) Just thinking about her food makes me weak at the knees. Mother, please move closer to me. Pronto.
Even if dinner together came with an extra set of chores we did them by dancing around the kitchen to ‘Aint No Mountain High Enough’ by the Temptations. Apparently, we liked to pretend we were characters in the movie, ‘Stepmom’ with Julia Roberts and Susan Sarandon (If you haven’t seen it, I’m sorry.)
Someday my little nugget will stop throwing her homemade baby food all over the kitchen and we will clean the kitchen together while singing Taylor Swift at the top of our lungs. Oh, I’m getting excited.
I’ll end it there and leave you with a quote from Dinner: A Love Story that Miss Melange also posted:
I was starting to shape a theory about dinner. I found that if I was eating well, there was a good chance I was living well, too. I found that when I prioritized dinner, a lot of things seemed to fall into place: We worked more effectively to get out of [work] on time, we dedicated time and place to unload whatever was annoying us about work and everything else, and we spent less money by cooking our own food, which meant we never felt guilty about treating ourselves to dinner out on the weekend. And perhaps most important, the simple act of carving out the ritual- a delicious homemade ritual- gave everyday purpose and meaning, no matter what else was going on in our lives.