When we first moved to Bend and Glenn was working so far from home, his regular schedule kept him away from home until about 8:30 or 9 each evening. At first he ate at school and I ate at home which made perfect sense. It was handy, convenient, and less expensive. But we missed the gathering together over a meal, the built in conversation time, the shared nourishment beyond the components of the meal and so we started eating at home again. It was late and goofy but it was the way we operated. And it turned out to be really freeing for me. The lateness of the meal allowed me the space to try some things that I wouldn’t usually have had the room for. It meant I could attend a meeting and still be home in time for dinner. And we built a habit of sharing our evening meal that stays with us in every setting.
Today I still value our shared dinner time. I love the chance to prepare meals for my family. My weird allergies have forced me to prepare more from scratch than I probably would have on my own but now I’m a true believer. I love that cooking at home allows me to prepare meals with less salt, fewer preservatives, smaller portions and more of everything good. It’s what keeps me cooking. Read the rest of this entry