I watched a program on TV, that really spoke to me. It was about how to bring more joy to your life.One way is to really enjoy our food. We Americans are so concerned with diet...what should we eat and what shouldn't we eat. Oh, dear, calories and the waistline. We think that we shouldn't eat dessert, because it's a no no. I was listening and watching intently. Food has become something almost evil to many. A family meal is one of the foundations of strong family life I think. Remember Sunday supper in the days past? We would be with family enjoying simple food. Our big meal was at noon.....12 sharp right after Church. The family would gather for a beef roast or roast chicken. Turkey was for a special occasion. The family would still be there at supper time. Mom would bring out the plate of cold cuts and the salads from dinner would be put back on the table. Our meat leftovers were saved for Monday night's dinner. Does anyone have cold cuts anymore...do kids even know what they are? We were a family and celebrated our meals. Even the simplest was an occasion if we were all there. When I have traveled in other countries meals were big occasions. The dinners were abundant and many times we would eat into the late night savoring our food and having good conversation. Laughter, jokes and stories filled the conversation. We ate slower because of the fellowship with each other. Joe and I talk about growing up quite a bit. He had an Italian grandma who raised him. His meals were tables full of food. Even during hard times there was food from the garden and everything homemade. A big family of mostly males around the table sharing and enjoying conversation. My first husband's family was in the southern part of our state. We visited and again tables full of food with more that one main course. Ham, chicken, vegetables from their garden and pies....oh the pies. Both of these families had homemade bread. This is so different from today. Really there is no excuse for what some feed their children today. Meals put together with no thought. Everything in a hurry. Families not eating together. Sunday dinner is no different than any day of the week. It isn't special anymore, it seems. It really doesn't take much time to put together a nice meal. It just takes planning. I worked full time for some of the time my kids were growing up and I had time to cook and entertain. I wish we would bring back the old fashioned meals of times gone past. We can practise portion control if we are worried about our waists. There are more heavy Americans today that back in the "old days." Fast food is the worst thing that ever happened to our way of living...I think. Everything in boxes. My little neighbor only likes PBand J sandwiches that come out of a box. Macaroni and cheese and noodle soup is her almost daily menu. People are busy with work, kids sports, birthday parties (remember homemade birthday cake?) and I worry about the kids. Will they be healthy down the road? Well, I got off my subject a bit here, but I can see a solution to all this. Give up some outside things for the kids and keep them home especially for meals. Everybody get together and cook and make a celebration out of it. Well, Joe and I are home from Church. We had the sermon on fishes and loaves....how Jesus fed the crowds. What a joyous occasion that must have been . Everyone together, sharing, talking, listening, learning and finally eating their fill. I wish for a celebration for each of you today at your family table.
I'm back to add a note. I hope that I didn't give the impression that we never eat fast food. I love Culver's butterburgers and pizza from Costa's can't be beat. Years ago I had kids in high school and a husband on a different schedule than the rest of the family... and my kids ate mac and cheese and peanut butter was always in my cupboard. (still is)We just tried to have those family times, when we would all eat together....making memories and eating good home cooked meals. I think that things are getting worse and I hope that kids today grow up with good health and some family memories of time around the table.