i am guilty. i eat standing up, in my car, at my desk with an email mid-sentence. i only became aware of how big a problem it had become when my daughters decided to have popsicles in their bunkbeds. down comforters, 80+ degrees, a 3 year old, a 5 year old, blackberry popsicles. i imagine someday i will look back on it with fondness.
the ice pop fiasco gave me all the more impetus to bring back the vanishing family meal in our house. as in, set the table, sit down together, and talk about what we are eating. someone told me that seeing a non-3D movie in the theater is now considered "vintage." does the same go for family meals? herein lies the great paradox: as life gets more convenient, we get busier. the first things to go from our routines are often the most meaningful. i have to stake my priorities into life with powerhouse force or they get buried under tweets, traffic, and texts. for me, a family dinner is now a priority. if food is important, i'll act accordingly, even through small acts. marinara from a jar is fine when you eat it together.
tonight: spaghetti. about 1 cup of shaved parmigiano-reggiano on each child's serving (my arm got a dandy workout). attire = bathing suits.