Every other month, or so, my family gets together to celebrate birthdays. This time it was my turn to host. We never know who’ll be able to come. Some of our family members have a three hour drive to get here. Today, I was expecting twelve adults and eight kids.
Growing up, we always had an elegant supper. It was always on a Sunday, at 1:00. There was fancy china, homemade cinnamon rolls, mashed potatoes, and something like swiss steak or turkey. My mom would usually have five different pies prepared for us to choose from. Imagine a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner for 25… that was family dinner.
My grandma is now in assisted living and my mom has downsized to a smaller home. The reality has finally hit. The “kids” are now responsible for taking on this family tradition. It’s a little more laid back now that the kids are in charge. We don’t always break out the china. Most of the time the dinner is buffet style. The floors will probably not be freshly waxed. It may not be my mother or grandmother’s party, but there are a few things that are always the same. There will always be lots of food. There will be kids running through the house, happy to have time to play with their cousins. My brother will still organize a game of some sort (most likely wii, instead of ping pong or wiffle ball like we did in our younger days). We will all be too full for dessert, but eat it anyway. It will be time for family. Some things never change.
So, here’s a glimpse of the table, from family dinner at my house. I can’t wait to post this on Tablescape Thursday, at Between Naps on the Porch.