I eat by myself in my bedroom. If anyone still eats with their family, good for you and keep it going.
This post was edited by Zack at February 28, 2017 9:47 AM MST
When I lived with my parents, I often ate breakfast and dinner with my family (in high school less, could be only twice a week, but at least once a week). Other times I would eat in my room. I think being an only child I was a bit closer to my parents and conversation between the three of us has always been easy; we didn't have to force it. But if we were busy then eating separately wasn't a problem.
One time, when the kids were all kids, one of the boys was coming back to the table with a cup of coffee filled so full it actually had a meniscus. He was moving very slowly and managing not to spill a drop so I yelled, "DON'T SPILL THAT!" Mrs Didge made me clean up the mess. :(
The meniscus is a term used in science: meniscus (plural: menisci, from the Greek for "crescent") is the curve in the upper surface of a liquid close to the surface of the container or another object, caused by surface tension. It can be either convex or concave, depending on the liquid and the surface.
We try to eat to at the table most nights we probably make it about 3-4 nights weekly. But we almost always say Grace together before the meal. If we eat in the living room we just hold our plates...no trays.
Sounds good. An American physician named Rachel Remen wrote a book called Kitchen Table Wisdom which tells the kind of stories we used to tell each other when we actually sat at the table and talked. Most of us seem to have gotten away from that these days.
Neither, I usually eat in my room or in my car. I've never been very social anyways. Way back in the ancient times when we ate at the table, I didn't speak unless my parents would ask me something like how school was and I'd just be like "it was okay, I guess."
This post was edited by Patchouli at February 28, 2017 9:48 AM MST
Zack 