Today in My History

2000: Where Have You Gone, Jimmy Dean?
2001:  Slacker Routines
2002:  Big Brother is Listening
2003:  Good Friday
2004:  Debunking the Myth
2005:  Like Sands through the Hourglass
Screaming at the TV
2007: All's Fair in Love and Cards
2008:  The "Good" People
2009:  A Weird Meme
2010:  Save Me a Seat
2011:  Old Friends
2012: The Un-Traveled Life
2013: Boy Scouts of America
2014: It's a Boy!!!
2015: Sunday Stealing
Hitting the Wall
2017: Imagine
2018: Thursday 13
2019: Redacted
Sunday Stealing
2021: Time Passes

Books Read in 2022
 Updated 4/17
"The Eye of the Elephant"
by Delia & Mark Owens
(book #16 in 2022)

My family

Bev's 65 x 365

Books Read in 2022
Books Read in 2021
Books Read in 2020

Books Read in 2019
Books Read in 2018

Books Read in 2017
Books Read in 2016
Books Read in 2015
Books Read in 2014
Books Read in 2013

Books Read in 2012
Books Read in 2011
Books Read in 2010

Cast (updated 7/16)


Some Background Links:
The Philosophy of Juice & Crackers
The story of Delicate Pooh
The story of the Piņata Group
Pumpkin pies
Who IS this Gilbert person anyway?

mail to Walt / mail to Bev


19 April 2022

Char and I have been chatting about weird food habits. 

This started when I mentioned that Marta doesn't like ham or lamb, so we were going to have beef for dinner for Easter.  Char mentioned that she had a lot of food disagreements too.

Someone on Sunday Stealing, talking about what you'd be nostalgic for in 40 years, answered, I know that far fewer people cook and eat dinner as a family than they did when I was a child. Will family meals go away in 40 years? Will those who are still around be nostalgic about family meals?

We still have family meals and Ned is very strict about the four of us sitting down at 6 p.m. to have dinner together.  I like that.  I mentioned how different it was for Brianna and Lacie, who were allowed not to eat what was cooked but to decide what it was that they wanted to eat.  This probably came from Brianna, who was so very difficult as a baby to feed because she didn't seem to want to eat anything and they were happy just to find something she would eat.

When I was growing up, my mother put food on the plates and served it to us and we had to eat all of our food or we couldn't leave the table.  My sister sometimes sat at the table for two hours before my mother took the plate away from her, put it in the refrigerator, and served it to her, cold, for breakfast the next morning.  She didn't learn to eat the food she didn't like, but she found a place where she could hide it and my mother would never know until months (or was it years?) later.

Walt and I rarely ordered food from a restaurant (and less regularly actually went to a restaurant).  The nice thing about having Ned take over making dinner is that we order more food out (Chinese food and pizza mostly).  Ned's a good cook whether he makes something from scratch or uses frozen dinners, which I never bought because I felt it was cheating if  could actually make that thing a home.

The only thing Ned makes that I do not like is smoothies.  His fruit smoothies are great, but the green ones with vegetables and other stuff in them I just can't handle.  Something about the texture just doesn't work with my swallow.  I feel like Marta when I take a sip and then don't finish it (fortunately he doesn't serve it to me again in the morning for breakfast).

The one thing I couldn't eat as a kid was raw carrots.  Very strange.  It wasn't that I didn't like them, but I could chew and chew and chew and chew and could never swallow.

With so many people eating out nowadays, I guess you can eat whatever you want and don't necessarily sit down at the table to eat together.

I always felt that it was important to sit at the table together.  The problem, when I was growing up, was that my father eventually made it a problem.  For one thing he HATED anybody who telephoned during dinner.  If the phone rang, he would fume and then be silent for the next day or two because somehow it was our fault that someone decided to call us during dinner.  I remember one night when the phone rang -- we were eating later than usual -- and he yelled that nobody was to answer the phone.  So we sat there and let it ring and ring.  When it stopped ringing he said "I wonder if that was my mother.  Maybe I should call her."

The other thing that happened at dinner, as we got older, is that my sister and my father would have political arguments.  Neither my mother nor I would get into them, but Karen and my father could go on forever, yelling at each other.  I learned to eat very fast and leave the table as quickly as I could to avoid the arguments.

When our kids got old enough to have discussions around the table, that was what I wanted...for us to talk to each other, yet at one point I realized that I spent more time in the kitchen or taking pictures than sitting at the table and I finally figured out that I had gotten so used to it being unpleasant at the table during my childhood and didn't want to sit with everyone, even though we had none of that unpleasantness at our table.

Dinner, 1983

At one point we had two or three Brasilians living with us and Nelson, from Sao Paulo, decided that we should have one night where we all spoke Portuguese and he was going to teach us.  So the only thing we could say in English was "how do you say....?"  Conversations didn't evolve and the idea didn't last very long, but it was fun at the time.


The girls with their other grandfather, and cousins.



I'd love it if you'd leave a comment!  (Comments show up after I approve them)

NOTE:  If you are viewing this page in Firefox, be aware that you may not see
any comments - I don't know why.  If you check in another browser, like
Chrome, you will be able to see the comments.

HTML Comment Box is loading comments...


<--previousnext -->

Journal home | bio | cast | archive | links | awards |  Flickr | Bev's Home Page

This is entry #8059