Sunday dinner was a big deal when I was growing up. Three generations gathered for a leisurely meal, talking over the week gone by, making plans for the new week, hashing out problems, discussing game scores, asking us about our school assignments. We sat around the table for hours, or until excused to give the adults a break from our squirming.Friday nights were more fun. Informal. No tablecloths or china. And my grandmother knew how to make everything delicious, so no one felt deprived at [...]
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