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The other day, my Mom kept my 3 year old for me while I went to an appointment. And when I returned to pick her up, my Mom sent home some leftovers for dinner. So I re-heated them for dinner and my girls raved. I'm not sure it was so much what she'd made, although her beef and noodles have been a family favorite for generations. It was probably more the fact that we were eating a home cooked meal and sitting at the table. I've been told by my oldest sister that sitting down as a family is essential to communication and community, but then again, her kids are older now and she is never home anyway, so I don't have to listen to her, do I?
Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of home-cooked meals. I can set a great table...plates, silverware, coordinating napkins...it's the cooking part I have trouble with. For one thing, I don't enjoy cooking. And for another, I'm not any good at it. I think this is due in part to the fact that I am inpatient and always trying to multi-task...
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