The moment that really fills me with happiness every day is to sit down to lunch with my darling - though sometimes not so darling - husband - and our sons.
Christos always sits down too early, which annoys me, as I don´t want to sit at the table for an hour nipping tiny, tiny bits of a meze and staring at the main course getting cold or smelling the main course cooking, waiting for the kids to come home from school.
Besides - what should we talk about for an entire hour?!
We only have one principle in our family, and that is: We eat lunch together.
So, at 1 pm, it normally goes like this:
Christos: I´m gonna sit down.
Me: What, that early! The kids won´t come for another hour!
Christos: Oh, I just have done enough today.
Then he starts listing up everything he has done since he got up in the morning. Which is not always impressive, but after all we live the good life in Greece. Which is a synonym for sitting at the coffee shop all morning discussing last night´s basket game.
Me: I haven´t started cooking yet, you will have to wait!
Christos: Never mind, I´ll have an ouzo.
He has his ouzo (which is actually his homemade tsipouro), I start cooking and we actually do pass an hour chatting about this and that and other major events while I prepare the food. And eventually we hear the slam of the door and the bam-bam of the school bags dumped at the floor - and voila - happy family having lunch together.
The boys rarely grace us with more than ten minutes of their presence. Ten minutes is the minimum required time they have to spend at the table, whether they eat ("Bravo, mamma, spaghetti!") or not ("Yuck - how many times have I said I DO NOT like fish!").
Ten minutes, the four of us, and it makes me feel like the most privileged person in the world.
One of my favorite pictures of the boys...
My kids are the same way. Strangly enough they prefer canned chicken to grilled chicken, unless it is hot wings. I felt like I was sitting with you as you described this.
ReplyDeleteI wonder when exactly their taste buds change?
ReplyDeleteI love this. I wish my hubs would come home for lunch, but only once a week! The kids get 2 hours off but they usually want to eat a la cantine cause the food's so good.
ReplyDeleteSounds like heaven. And you still have sun.
Bon weekend,
Aidan