Michelle Garcia Winner has a great post on the roles we play in conversations that she posted on May 5th. Two she mentions are "information informer" and "social relater". Hopefully we all get to fill each role multiple times in the day.
We have a new family constellation at the lake for a few weeks (Miranda, Michael, Alice, Grandpa Kelvin, Grandma Arta, Bonnie and David). We have adopted a dinner conversation that Michael must use at his home in Calgary. It goes like this, "What was your favorite part of the day?" Michael's has included "noodles", "walking to the beach", and "popsicles". Today David's was "seeing a huge rainbow above Larch Hills on the drive home".
It is fun to plan ahead what information we will inform each other of at the dinner table.
We have a new family constellation at the lake for a few weeks (Miranda, Michael, Alice, Grandpa Kelvin, Grandma Arta, Bonnie and David). We have adopted a dinner conversation that Michael must use at his home in Calgary. It goes like this, "What was your favorite part of the day?" Michael's has included "noodles", "walking to the beach", and "popsicles". Today David's was "seeing a huge rainbow above Larch Hills on the drive home".
It is fun to plan ahead what information we will inform each other of at the dinner table.
The "what was your favorite part of the day" conversation occurs over a meal. While we talked we were eating an amazing salad that Miranda put together: broccoli, dates, raisins, toasted almonds and there were probably four other ingredients besides an up-scale salad dressing that included rosemary on that salad. She said, "You know, I couldn't taste the almonds and that is the moment I remembered that I didn't get them off of the cooling plate and into the salad."
ReplyDeleteSo we sprinkled them liberally on what was left of our salads and ate on.
We are now out of kitchen essentials like flour and cooking oil. No one would have known it from the feast we ate: pigs-in-a-blanket, fresh hot bread and a pan of cinnamon roles. That might be why there is no flour left.
Arta
P.S. David asked me how many pigs-in-blanket he was allowed. I told him he had to eat at least 10. He bottomed out at 8.