Dinners growing up were always more or less casual affairs (it was
the 70s/80s and everyone worked, had group therapy, and didn't buy into
the old traditions--it was the West Coast and it was very laid back).
Furthermore, we weren't in touch with our extended family so if there
were a big special dinner on a Sunday or holiday, only a few of us
would sit around the table and make small talk (which in those days
meant reviewing our feelings about this or that current event).
Inspired
to live their lives differently than their parents, my parents provided
more love than structure, more cereal than roast chicken.
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