As I was growing up, all meals, including breakfast, were family occasions, and you all sat down to eat together - and you had to finish everything as well.
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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.
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 had a great childhood, a very close-knit family. We were all overweight, and we had good times eating together, I imagine.
As a child, I was raised with my grandmother, alongside all my cousins, and the kitchen was always full.
Growing up, dinner was when we would sit down, the whole family, and we would talk about our days and just create memories with one another. Now some of my favorite memories are eating and making food with my son.
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.
I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.
My parents both worked full time. I remember a lot of simple meals. Everything I know about cooking is self-schooled.
I didn't grow up in a traditional family, and I never had a family dinner around the table, so whenever I actually had a dinner 'plan,' it meant a lot to me; it made me feel excited and safe.
I think I was immediately fed, so food became a very important part of my life.
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