What’s dinnertime like at your house? Is it anything like it is at Downton Abbey? Do you have staff waiting on you hand and foot?
Assuming Dad is on a business trip, then Mom and I often eat in front of the kitchen TV at oh, about four o’clock because my father can’t judge us. He will call at 3:45. “Let me guess, you’re eating.” No smarty pants. We have 15 minutes. I can practically see the eye roll through the phone line. The bill-o-fare? Pancakes (yes, pancakes), omelets, or baked sweet potatoes.
We go formal when Dad is home, and the word “formal” is used very, very loosely. We do sit at the table. But we do not have place cards, an excess of forks, spoons, or knives. Silverware does not have to be in a perfect row. No flowers or candles. And we do not change our clothes for the occasion.
And as you might have guessed, there are no oysters or rack of lamb. Boy, Mrs. Patmore would sure like us! We like the simpler: Homemade pizza with diced tomatoes, chicken quesadillas, or spaghetti.
Dinnertime is my favorite time of the day. We say grace and thank God for all He has provided and ask Him to watch over my sisters, who are off on their own. But then we just share about our day.
Although Downton was a different era and a very different lifestyle, why did it have to be the production it was? In my opinion, just sharing a meal with people you love most is special enough.