Comments on: The Lost Art of Family Dinners http://www.barbaraoneal.com/2010/02/lost-art-family-dinners/ Best Selling Author Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:20:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Barbara O'Neal http://www.barbaraoneal.com/2010/02/lost-art-family-dinners/comment-page-1/#comment-275 Barbara O'Neal Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:35:43 +0000 http://www.barbaraoneal.com/?p=364#comment-275 Oh, hey, I remember Chicken Chow Mein, with the noodles in a different can. I relent over television once in awhile, too. Oh, hey, I remember Chicken Chow Mein, with the noodles in a different can.

I relent over television once in awhile, too.

]]> By: Robin Hillyer-Miles http://www.barbaraoneal.com/2010/02/lost-art-family-dinners/comment-page-1/#comment-274 Robin Hillyer-Miles Wed, 24 Feb 2010 15:14:38 +0000 http://www.barbaraoneal.com/?p=364#comment-274 Growing up we did have family meals. We actually ate in the dining room every night. The only place to sit near the kitchen was the chopping block and though it was about four feet on all sides, it didn't seat our family of five (plus the boys who always seemed to be around at feeding time). My dad made all meals from scratch until we begged for Hamburger Helper or the canned Asian food they had in the 70s. The television was turned off and my mom ALWAYS patted my dad on the arm after she sat down. Now, my little family of three eat at the kitchen table most nights with the television off in the hearth room that is connected. About twice a week, I relent and let my husband and child watch television and sit at the dining room table (I have one of those awful open floor plans for the dining room/living room). My seven year-old helps prepare the meal (it seems to make him eat the food rather than turn up his nose at it). I love the family meals and, finally, have my son trained to place his dishes beside the sink when he is done instead of just walking away from the table. Great post, Barbara! Growing up we did have family meals. We actually ate in the dining room every night. The only place to sit near the kitchen was the chopping block and though it was about four feet on all sides, it didn’t seat our family of five (plus the boys who always seemed to be around at feeding time). My dad made all meals from scratch until we begged for Hamburger Helper or the canned Asian food they had in the 70s. The television was turned off and my mom ALWAYS patted my dad on the arm after she sat down.

Now, my little family of three eat at the kitchen table most nights with the television off in the hearth room that is connected. About twice a week, I relent and let my husband and child watch television and sit at the dining room table (I have one of those awful open floor plans for the dining room/living room). My seven year-old helps prepare the meal (it seems to make him eat the food rather than turn up his nose at it).

I love the family meals and, finally, have my son trained to place his dishes beside the sink when he is done instead of just walking away from the table.

Great post, Barbara!

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