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Since I’m writing from a restraunt where I’m eating dinner, I decided to share a bit about dinner growing up. (As a side note, my Facebook link appears to be broken so these don’t appear to be sharing if someone wants to post them for me. I’ll see if I can figure it out this weekend.)

The first rule of dinner is you don’t eat before the prayer. If you do, you’ll end up sitting on your hands while your siblings start eating.

The second rule of dinner is hurry up and eat. If you don’t eat what’s on your plate, someone else will. This led to a lot of hunched-over plate guarding and Mom started calling us her linebackers.

Dad was the most notorious for it, eating from your plate and then asking for permission later. But children duplicate their fathers and all of us stole food once in a while.

Breakfast was self serve but make sure you don’t pour too much. If you don’t finish it, mom would put it in the fridge and give it to you at the next meal, while everyone else is eating something better. (Everything is better than soggy cereal.)

There’s more but my food’s getting cold so I’ll save it for tomorrow. 😉