Something Better Than Dancing Tastebuds
I wrote the blog entry about Sunday dinner
thinking I would strike a cord with readers about how our taste buds should do a
jig when we enjoy good food.
The
note that seemed to resonate with most readers was of times gone by when we
enjoyed a home-cooked meal or two during the week with our families, for most of
us it was every day.
I wrote the blog entry about Sunday dinner
thinking I would strike a cord with readers about how our taste buds should do a
jig when we enjoy good food.
The
note that seemed to resonate with most readers was of times gone by when we
enjoyed a home-cooked meal or two during the week with our families, for most of
us it was every day.
The enjoyment of
those meals was as much about the food as it was the time we spent with the
people that mattered most to us.
Today
we accommodate our busy lives by eating out, eating on the run, or, eating at
different times. Chowing down in a crowded, noisy restaurant, or consuming a
burger in the car, or munching on food out of the same container but at
different times during the evening just doesn’t count especially when you
have kids.
Simply, I think we’re
missing out.
Sharing a meal together is
as much about nourishment for the soul as it is for the body; it’s a time
to retreat from the craziness of our lives and to connect with
others.
And there’s no better
place for soul food than our homes.
During my girls’ growing up
years meal time was sacred to me. There was no TV, no radio, and no telephone
interruptions allowed. For the most part I cooked – nothing elaborate.
Sometimes we ordered Chinese, sometimes
pizza.
But we ate together at the
dining room table and we talked; mostly they talked and I listened. We laughed
a lot – I always asked for a funny story from their day. And sometimes we
talked through some pretty difficult issues.
This is how I grew to know them and
understand them.
Realistically
it’s not possible to share a meal with them every day anymore; as
they’ve grown older schedules have become more hectic. But I make sharing
a meal with them and my friends a
priority.
So I like it when my taste
buds dance, but I like it better when my heart sings.
Posted: Thu - November 17, 2005 at 08:09 AM