The Dinner Table Is Yet Another Way We Ignore Single People — The Weeknight Table
I've spent the vast majority of my adult life living — and eating — alone. When I first moved into my own place, I dreamt of becoming a person who ate all her meals at the kitchen table. I dreamt of replacing screen time with a book during mealtime, meditating on each and every bite. And I've tried my best to evolve into this healthier idea of a person. But it just wasn't meant for me.
Eating dinner at the table every night sounds lovely in theory, but it's rarely my mealtime reality. In fact, I can't remember a time that it ever was.
I grew up in a single-parent home, and despite my often-exhausted mother's best efforts, our family frequently resorted to eating dinner together on the couch, usually while watching one of the shows we could all agree on (Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order SVU, or House). It's a habit as an adult I've never been able to shake.
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