My family ate three meals a day seven days a week at home around our kitchen table. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, and my mom prepared them all. Feasting at a restaurant was a rare treat. I don’t think we ever brought a meal home and delivery . . . if it didn’t come UPS or postal service, then it didn’t come. Only special occasions warranted meals in front of the television.
But once in a great while, usually on a Sunday night, my mom would announce, “Munchy Cheese” and we’d all hop-to.
Munchy Cheese meant low prep, family effort, zero mess, finger food. We’d layer cheese and summer sausage on a platter with crackers. Any veggies were rinsed and tossed in a bowl with a side of dressing or dip. Fruit, prepped the same way. Sometimes we’d pop popcorn or set out chips and salsa.
Although Munchy Cheese meals were incredibly informal, we still gathered around the table. I’m sure my siblings and I didn’t appreciate those meals as children, probably even less so as teenagers. But now, as a mother I understand their importance. Regardless of the dinner menu, a crazy busy day is calmed with a half-hour at the kitchen table with the fam.
Try it. You just might like it.
Read more 30 Days of Farm Girl Memories
- Day 1: Surprise Kittens
- Day 2: The Men in My Life
- Day 3: Small Town Saturday Night
- Day 4: “Fall”ing in Love
- Day 5: A Bag of Caramels
- Day 6: Chores in the Dark
- Day 7: Things My Mother Said
And find other 30 Day bloggers starting with the one who got us into this – Holly Spangler from My Generation.