Back to Basics

Recently, there was an article online, saying that most families don't eat dinner together. That when they do, it is a hurried-up process, with members of the family each eating their own nuked, frozen meal- while texting, playing games and watching TV.

I don't get that. Well, yes, I do, because I know of people who do that. But I can't accept the idea that THAT has become the norm.
If it is then my family - all extended versions of it,is the anomaly.

We are a weird bunch, this is true. My 13 year old Cheeto-addict was doing the dance of joy when my husband brought home eggplant for dinner. My 2 year-old grandson will eat just about anything, as long as you put hot sauce on it. He also adores ketchup, mustard and BBQ sauce. His newest nickname is "Condiment".

I grew up eating sit-down dinners nearly every night of the week. My mother was not a fabulous cook, and meals were pretty basic, and -forgive me, mom- awfully bland. But it never occurred, even to the most rebellious of us kids(ie, me.), to complain about the food, get up from the table before we were excused, or ask for something different to eat.

Dinner at our house is a looser model of my dinners growing up. No phones or other personal gadgets, and you eat what is put in front of you. Period. And you can get up from the table when you are finished, provided you wash your plate, flatware and glass.

The fare, however, is what makes the dinner! Last night was basic- Hamburgers and Curly Fries. All homemade, the ingredients purchased mainly at our neighborhood Fresh N Easy. Fries were baked, not fried, and sliced fresh tomatoes, lettuce and avocado were among the accompaniments. (The Cheeto-addict HAS to put a veggie on his burger.)

The previous night was Eggplant Parmesan. When my husband brought home the 'celebrated' eggplant, I made enough Parm for more than one meal, so, Wednesday's meal was "Leftovers". I know people who turn their noses up at the idea of leftovers, but seriously, it's what gets us through the week and saves us from fast food.

None of this is possible, without help. My husband cooks, as well as my 18 year old stepdaughter. The Cheeto addict is often recruited, though he is relegated to sous chef- chopping, peeling, or de-veining shrimp. He is learning fast, and will soon be one more Master Chef in our family kitchen.

"Too many cooks spoil the broth". Not in OUR KITCHEN!