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, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
‚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.
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Well savoring food is one of life's true pleasures which way too many Americans have lost. It's all about volume and nothing about taste. I see the cardboard commercials passing as food on the TV and I think, just put A1 steak sauce on it and they will eat it.
I play guitar in weekends on a dining deck and notice how couples are now caught up in their phones, texting to whomever, occasionally throwing a word across the table as to what someone texted, never taking their eyes off the LCD screen. Don't let me ask how sex works for these people. It's a sad affair.