Sometimes we eat fancy.
And when I say fancy, I mean the nice plates, real silverware, water glasses, and cloth napkins – all while sitting at the dining room table.
When I was growing up, fancy dinners happened every night. Though I didn’t really consider them fancy at the time. It’s just what we did. When I got married and started a family, fancy dinners continued – every night. It’s what we did. When company visited, the table was extended to welcome our guests and fancy dinners commenced.
I remember years ago while visiting my parents, they shocked me by revealing the fact that they no longer sat at the table for evening meals. Instead, they had invested in dinner trays and settled in the living room in their respective chairs, all while watching the news or a game show.
I couldn’t fathom eating in this manner. Ever.
But then, something happened.
My husband and I became empty nesters. Fancy dinners became rare as most evenings we found ourselves eating in front of the TV while watching the news or a game show with plates perched on laps, or in my case, a throw pillow. (Dinner trays are so obsolete.)
But occasionally, we eat fancy. And we remember the fancy dinners spent with family and give thanks for the memories and the moments that made dinner time precious time.