I am all about family dinners with everyone seated at the table passing plates of food and conversing with voices that tend to get louder and louder as the meal progresses.
But sometimes, such as on football Saturdays, it's also nice to do this: a crockpot full of Sloppy Joes, hamburger buns, carrot sticks, potato chips, and Halloween cookies . . . all placed on the kitchen counter with plates and utensils, ready for whenever anyone is hungry.
It works nicely when your living room is full of grown men, and medium-sized men, and one teeny tiny man cheering on Penn State.
And it works very nicely for me as I read, scrapbook, blog, and check in on the score from time to time.
-What's for dinner?
-Why, it's all there . . . just help yourself.