The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Some of the most important conversations I've ever had occurred at my family's dinner table.
When I was growing up, my mother worked, and in the evenings, the whole family would sit around the dinner table and recount the day.
I think my attitude has always been to put food on the table.
I left the table where there were important people and had lunch with my husband and a few friends. The reception was organised in my honour, so it was rather amusing.
We were never the family that ordered pizza, and my mom never came home with a bucket of fried chicken. My mom always made home-cooked meals. We always sat down at the dinner table as a family.
Food is about communal togetherness. Our family does sit at the table. I think it's a great tragedy if a family doesn't have a table, as there is such an atmosphere of good will and warmth when we have eight people sitting around it.
Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked, everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family.
Never argue at the dinner table, for the one who is not hungry always gets the best of the argument.
The first time I walked by a crap table, I felt kind of funny.
We sat together as a family for dinner at night. And my mother had a job. My dad had a job. But there was always a meal on the table at 6:00, you know.