The Dinner Hour

He believed in the dinner hour. He wanted his dinner ready when he got home from work, and he wanted every person in the family there, at the table, and ready to join in evening prayers and eat together. He liked to use the time to share his thoughts for the day with the children. His boss might disregard his ideas at work, but at home, he was the king.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

7 thoughts on “The Dinner Hour”

  1. The dinner hour was sacred to Lemuel. Many dinners had been interrupted during his three year stint as an intern in the hospital, and he had sworn this would not be the case once he had completed his residency. The dinner hour had become the time to eat, interact with family and converse about the day’s events. It wasn’t the time to answer the phone or have your head buried in any electronic device. That was not tolerated in Lemuel’s household.

    His children had learned it was the designated time to savor the food that had been served and to appreciate and enjoy each other’s company. This had been instilled in them since a very young age and the tradition had continued throughout their growing years.

  2. The dinner hour. Bah!! Such sullen air !! You could mop the floor with it .
    Grandma presides . Grand ma insists everyone eat the curd first, drink water later. Eat your peas , the greens . Why is Chchotu off roti again?
    No one is allowed to diet , or eat or drink as per their preferences . Kids hate unsweetened curd. Grandma swears by it . Chchotu has to go on low-carb, she will have no such thing at the table .
    Why aren’t you eating this ? why aren’t you eating that ?The Whys and whats drive people with their food plates to the refuge of the sofa and TV.
    No wonder the dinner hour is a helpless farce at my home .
    Everyone loves peace and quiet at their mealtimes . I wonder if grandma ever realizes that this is what makes her so hugely unpopular with everyone .

  3. I never knew if the dinner hour would be Heaven or Hell. If Mom fixed dinner, angels sang, but if Dad whipped up one of his gourmet concoctions, I knew I would be stuck for the evening, waging a war of attrition against membership in the Clean Plate Club.

  4. I take no joy in cooking for others. Nor do I take much joy in sitting down for a family meal. Overbearing parents, sulky children, forced conversations, who cleans up and when. The whole ordeal gives me indigestion. Leave me to my solitude, my thoughts, my frozen microwavable meal.

  5. Sally had always dreaded the coming of the dinner hour.
    “Why now, can’t I play with my friends for a while longer?” Sally was almost in tears.
    “No the time has been decided and you must get ready.” The guardian sent to retrieve Sally was not a kind man.
    Sally hugged her friends one by one and only got through half before being dragged away by the guard. The friends all looked on in horror.
    Sally washed and dressed in the new green leafs provided and walked to the kitchen.
    The beast waited as their dinner arrived shivering and wanting to live.

  6. The bell tower clanged and echoed throughout the alleys and courtyards, seven tolls meant dinner hour.

    The subjects emerged from their cottages in drones, in single file they somberly marched through mud to receive the King’s gracious doles.

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