Late last summer I came across a number of articles about the act of cooking dinner, and how it was an idealized path to the perfect family. This in turn put too much pressure (time and monetary) on moms to produce a fancy meal every night when they were already exhausted.
(Here's the original study, and follow ups from Slate, WTOP, and NC State News.)
All of the articles I read seemed to jump in and agree right away. Family dinners are impossible, unappreciated, and a thing of the past.
Do you sense that I do not agree?
Note: yes, I am coming at this from a middle class suburban existence where I have access to many well stocked grocery stores and room in the yard to grow some veggies.
Still, I'm on my soap box, and I hope I'm shouting loud enough to hear that family dinners are not impossible! They may not be slaved over all day; they may not be perfect; they may just be PB&J's with carrot sticks. But they do not have to be a thing of the past if you don't want them to be!