A humorous look of how one person tries telling the youth of today what it was like to eat at home in the days before fast food, together, at the table as a family...
A kid asked the other day, ‚ÄúWhat was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?‚Äù
‚ÄúWe didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,‚Äù I informed him, ‚ÄúAll the food was slow.‚Äù
‚ÄúC’mon, seriously‚Äù, he prodded, ‚ÄúWhere did you eat?‚Äù
‚ÄúI ate at a place called home”, I explained. ‚ÄúMom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.‚Äù
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t bother to tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.