As I write this, I’m sitting at a gate at Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston waiting on my delayed flight to Maryland to see my sweet cousin get married. I am super excited about the weekend, so much so that I’m not really worried about the fact that my flight is running 30 minutes late (so far) and that yesterday was Sept 11th. Continue reading
It’s 2014, and I think our family is part of an estimated 3.7%* of the Western world’s population that still sits down at the table to eat supper together most nights of the week. (*I made that statistic up, but you get the idea.) In our house, this phenomenon is made possible by what I like to call our “Perfect Storm of Availability”: tiny humans not yet overly involved in zany extracurriculars, a SAHD who cooks almost every night of the week, and a mom who works very reasonable hours and is home at roughly the same time each day. I know that eventually, our family dynamic will change, and we won’t always eat together at one specific time every day of the week. Still, it’s important to my husband and I that we make the family dinner a priority, especially as the kids get older and our schedules get busier. I know that not every family has this luxury, and there are nights when Superman is at class and I am mighty tempted to just curl up on the couch with a bowl of cereal after the kids are in bed. Mostly, though, I look forward to our family suppers together. We have a lot of fun at our dinner table, and it’s over food and beverage that our kids really open up and talk to us. I love that food does that! Think about it – when we grab a cup of coffee with a friend or go to happy hour with coworkers or celebrate a birthday – most of our most meaningful memories with friends and family revolve around food. Our family table is no different.