I saw a Christianity Today article responding to a Slate article about the drudgery of dinner. And yeah, as a lady who has to cook from scratch because of celiac there are times I crave a good short cut; not that gf short cuts are cheap. I crave these non-existent shortcuts even if I’m not working outside the home or commuting.
Ironically, today is Tuesday, Ben’s busy day. He ate a bag lunch at his tutoring company, and will soon be leaving for marching band practice. I’m not sure what I’m making him for supper, possibly quesadillas? My word, life is different with kids taking lessons and classes other places. Auntie Leila did give some advice on the topic of dinner with or without teens.
My friend Loni heard an educational reform expert bemoan the disjointed effect of subjects on education, and wonder how to make cross disciplinary connections. May I suggest dinner? I read once that the only thing National Merit Scholars consistently have in common is that they ate family dinners together on a regular basis. Ben and M are always piping up with things they have read in history that bring up engineering or chemistry questions. Those particular subjects probably connect because they like military history, which brings up ballistics and explosives. I may have studied chemistry, but it’s Dan who know the cool reactions. Sigh.
But anyway: dinner. It’s good for education. And establishing family standards. And discussing tricky situations in semi-privacy. And learning puns. And learning not to hate veggies – yes, we are still working on eggplant.