We just got back home after a quick trip to Brookings, SD, to visit son and Daughter in Law, and to watch son perform in community theatre production of The Dining Room by A. R. Gurney. The production was performed at SDSU as a benefit for Habitat for Humanity. Son was one of 6 actors performing 57 parts in total. It tells the stories associated with a dining room across decades and diners.
Son wrote in his autobiographical blurb his keen memories of our dining room, and the myriad of dishes that were consumed and the homework that was done there. He also mentioned that one of his most vivid memories of the dining room was a battle of wills he had with me, one that lasted, it seemed for hours, over his refusal to eat a bowl of my famous, homemade, minestrone soup. After the play I told him that his children are going to LOVE that soup when I make it for them, and he is just being silly about not liking cabbage in his minestrone.
What are your dining room stories, past, present, or future?