For the first time in two months, I ate a home-cooked meal during Sunday lunch. My mom never did that before—we had a maid/cook—but ever since she retired she took it upon herself to learn how to cook.
For me, meal times at home are the times when I am most at peace. Especially if the rice is newly cooked and steaming hot, there’s a viand I like, and everyone is present. Hah! Funny I should mention the last bit, when I’m the one who often doesn’t eat meals at home. Which is why I treasure the times we’re all together in one table, eating, laughing, sharing as a family.
People tell me, “Yeah, family and friends are okay. But having the love of a partner is different.” To them I say, “Yeah, well, the peace and joy I get just by sitting together with my family is also different. Apples and oranges. Now you be jealous.”
4 comments:
Luv my family as well!. Im d only bacherlor in our brood of six, and i'm d only remaining son who eats breakfast, lunch & dinner with mom & dad! yummy... i live a single's life!
Lucky you! To be able to still sit down with family for meals. As a growing boy, it was the same tableau for me and my family. But all too soon, everyone went on his own way - departed this life, had a family, moved to another city or country, etc.
Pero oks din naman ung you sit down to breakfast, or lunch or dinner with mother, father, brother, sister and partner!
made me just remember what our sunday family lunches were like. they've always been bash-the-cook moment. my mom is a good cook, so was my dad. and they have two gay sons who were just developing their culinary interest. ang resulta: okrayan sa kitchen skills! but it was always fun! and god, i miss it!
i feel as blessed to frequently share my meal with my loving parents. most of my sibings are abroad. so just like josh, i have dinners with my parents. truly a wonderful feeling! i love making them laugh...
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