Dinner conversations, devotional conversations, and car conversations were my favorites when our children were growing up. During these times, the children often brought up topics we had no idea they wanted to talk about.
These days, dinner conversation has taken on a new meaning for me. The term now refers to the extensive conversations Steve and I have about what we’ll have for dinner.
When the children were home, over the weekend I’d jot down the main courses we’d have during the week. Then decisions did not have to be made on a daily basis. Though I would take special requests, for the most part I knew what the family liked and rotated those items regularly, adding new ones as I found recipes I liked. Shopping was based on the foods listed. I’d just look at the list and start cooking.
No more. Whereas I’d never have managed if I’d had to get opinions from everyone on what we were having each day, now that there are only two of us, a joint decision has to be made. Chicken, fish, pork, or beef? Baked, fried, crock potted, sautéed, casseroled? Salads? Veggies? Bread or no bread?
Partly this is my own laziness in not simply saying what we’re having for dinner each night. Partly it’s Steve’s interest in what he’s going to eat when he’s not setting an example for his children by eating whatever is put before him.
Partly it’s trying to eat healthier foods, prepared in ways to promote good health. Partly it’s because I don’t plan ahead as I used to do; I don’t have to.
I sometimes yearn for the simplicity of sitting around the dinner table for that old-fashioned kind of dinner conversation. But then I remember, “This again?” and “Do I have to eat that?” and “Uh! Gross!”
And I think our new kind of dinner conversation is not all that bad.