A family dinner.
There are lots of different families.
And each of them has its own traditions.
There were a lot of dishes on the table like mashed potatoes and roast chicken filled with garlic, tinned mushrooms, tomatoes and cucumbers, sandwiches with cheese, caviar, salmon and sausage, Mum’s speciality of the house homemade pizza with cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms, onion, ham and oregano, and of course a wide range of deserts like apple pie, waffles with vanilla cream and walnuts and shortcakes.
I was stuffing great chunks of vegetables, chicken, in a word, everything that was on the table into my mouth and washing them down with gulps of orange juice.
While I was resolutely attacking my food, my brother seemed to have no appetite at all.
He was sipping his juice and only toyed with his food.
Obviously something had happened in the morning and that was why he had neither a good mood, nor an appetite.
Meanwhile my nephew had polished off a very large chicken leg and drained his glass and asked for another helping.
When he got it he deftly separated flesh from bone and chewed each mouthful of the succulent chicken with a slurping sound.
He had an enormous appetite in contrast to his mother, who was pecking at her food.
She was fasting and so refused to eat most of the dishes.
My little niece was sitting at her mother’s knees.
She was a baby at that moment and she was trying to eat something from our table.
We gave her biscuits and she started to crunch it with the help of her recently appeared teeth.
She was munching loudly while chewing each piece of the biscuit thoroughly before swallow it.
As for my mother, who had put so much into the preparation of the meal, she was eating slowly, nibbling small pieces of food and making it as daintily as it was possible.
When it came to the sweet course, I was totally full up.
I just tried a small piece of apple pie, but without any enthusiasm.
And till the end of our dinner I was only occasionally sipping my tea.
My brother, vice versa, had changed his mood as soon as he saw his favourite waffles with vanilla cream and walnuts and he started to eat them in a very ravenous way, munching joyfully.
My nephew to my surprise continued to guzzle everything he could find on the table.
How a person, especially a child could eat so much?
But soon he declared that he overate and the dinner was officially over.
Then we were sitting till late hours talking about everything, playing table games and having quizzes and competitions.
To sum it up I dare say that a family dinner is a very good tradition.
Not only because you can full up with an array of fantastic dishes, but also because of that atmosphere of warmth and love, which you can feel spending time with your relatives.
May 2014
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