The table became a very special place. I, being more of an introvert could freely express myself at the table with others. In the pleasure of good food and good company, with a childhood of experiencing the table as a place of fellowship, the meal became a very important place to be, and thankfully, it is something that we can bank on doing every day, every time we sit down to eat!
In all of this, my childhood memories of being at a meal are very special. Mealtime I dare say was extraordinary. People spoke to people with a spiced up familiarity that resembled that expected at a royal gathering. Togetherness was enjoyed and even though the food was simple and did not match the etiquette by which I was brought up to observe, it made the meal time a place that had each and every one of us happy. It had the air of what would go down in history as a meal fit for the Roman Empire where discussions were kept stringent, customs were upheld, there was also an orderliness in the hierarchy of the family that shouted out a structure, high structure high relationality.
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