We were not well-off when I was growing up

Oh, but I think you were. The meat might have been rationed reasonably, but not the love. Seven. It's a great number, and this essay brings us into that home where food and love were shared in equal measure.

Your essay takes us back to a time when people gathered round the TV as though there was some commonality of interest. No more. Personalized music. Personalized streaming podcasts. People go their separate ways even when they are together.

This is a great food post, and a great family post. Wonderful reading.