In my family, we are notoriously slow eaters. If there is a Froom at the table, it’s a toss up who will be sitting there last. I have to say that right up there on top are my dad and my Uncle Max. I have NEVER seen anyone eat as slow as they do. Now, in my immediate group, it’s me. I am always last and usually, sitting there alone because I’m sure everyone else is sick of sitting there when they’re done eating. I love eating with my dad because I’m never sitting at the table eating last.
We used to go to the Erickson’s every Sunday for dinner. All five siblings and their families. Every single Sunday. It was a lot of fun and it was good to see everyone every week. We used to sit at the table, the women anyway and talk for a really long time. Call it bonding or whatever you want to, it was really nice. But there was NO slow eating at that table. Paul likes to tell the tale that if they didn’t eat up, and fast, the food would disappear. So I guess that’s not the same thing as what I’m talking about.
I’ve also heard other people who eat really fast explain it in that way too. That if they didn’t shovel it in, it would be gone. Big families, little food, older brothers or what have you. Most people I know don’t eat the way I do. Sometimes I get embarrassed and just say I’m done when I’m not.
My dad’s family were farmers. They ate 3 big meals a day. For breakfast a piece of toast and glass of juice just didn’t cut it. There was porridge and homemade bread and most days, canned fruit. I don’t mean the kind you buy in a can, my grandma canned it herself. Then “dinner” (it wasn’t called lunch) was meat, potatoes, veggies, bread (again) and dessert. Supper was the same thing. Lunch was a “light snack” we’d eat before bed.
More than anything around that table though was love. I’m convinced now that they ate to communicate. We laughed and talked. We joked and teased. We talked about what we did and what we were going to do. I think nobody ate fast because we had so much fun together that we just wanted to drag it out. I don’t think it was about eating.
I also really taste what I eat. I know some people who eat so fast I wonder if they even taste what anything tastes like. I can make a bowl of peanuts last all afternoon and Paul can eat them in under 10 minutes and he’s off looking for the next thing to eat. I’m not saying that’s wrong, only that I could never do that.
I don’t think this has anything to really do with food. We have so many people now claiming to be obese and eating the wrong foods. What about when we ate like this? Nobody was anywhere near fat. Or is it like they say, that when you eat slow, you get full faster as the faster you eat, your brain can’t tell you soon enough when your full until your suddenly way OVER full?
Does anyone anymore take the time to eat and converse with each other over a good meal or has this whole thing gone by the wayside? Do you enjoy your food or do you eat only to get full? I would give anything to have a meal at that old table again with all those people. Where have old fashioned family dinners gone?