Yes, we are kind of one of those cheesy families that serve dinner at the table, all sit together, and talk about our day. However, it only happens once a week, and it is near impossible to successfully make it through the entire dinner. You could only imagine having a peaceful dinner with 6 kids: 24, almost 15, 14, 13, 12, and almost 2.
It was traditional Taco Friday at my mom's house after work. My mother is not a gourmet chef, but that woman can make the best tacos. She always has a wide selection of toppings and shells. It's never here's a taco with meat, cheese, and lettuce. It's... would you like a soft/hard/fried/baked shell, taco bowl, nachos, or a combination of the above? You get your shell of choice and move down the assembly line ending at napkins and silverware at the end.
Yes, I described our dinner as an assembly line, but again imagine serving 8-10 people at one meal...
My taco choice? Soft shell, refried beans, hard shell, meat, lettuce, black olives, melt-y nacho cheese, sour cream, and mild taco sauce (specifically in that order). Try it. You'll thank me.
My favorite, favorite part taco Friday?? Eating a really big meal and not having to worry about cleaning the kitchen!
Joking.... (seriously though, it's nice not having to clean up after a dinner.) This goes back to being the cheesy family. We go around the entire table asking these questions:
What was the best part of your day?
The worst part?
What's one thing you are thankful for?
I'm always intrigued to hear my brothers' answers. Most times, the worst part is fighting with each other. Which causes one sibling's best part being the win, and another sibling's worst part the loss. My sister (15) usually answers about school, friends, boys, social networking, or whatever these whippersnappers do these days. The youngest, of course, doesn't really answer, but we ask him anyways responding with screams and 1 of 10 words he knows.
I always answer last of the kids about my day.
The best part: being there with my family creating these memories and traditions that will hopefully transfer to their own dinner tables one day
The worst part: It's always difficult for me to answer. When I'm sitting there with those crazy kids and my wonderful mother, it's hard to think of the bad. I usually answer some petty problem, that I've not had time to find a solution to yet. My dear grandmother taught me, "It's not a problem, it's a challenge."
What I am thankful for? That I have a loving mother who cooks tacos every Friday. Siblings that enjoy spending Taco Friday together. That Friday dinner is something that we all enjoy.
Try it sometime. You'll thank me for it.
Counting down to Taco Friday and lots of love until next time!
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