I remember 'late afternoon' took on a whole different meaning when I become a mother.
Everyone was tired and hungry, even me. Or especially me. That's how it was when I was raising my sons.
I found a talk by Julie Beck this week that I have been thinking about ever since.
Here is a small excerpt from it:
(For her complete talk given April 29, 2010 go HERE.)
Or as The Food Nanny remembers from her childhood:
"All six of us gathered in our cramped little kitchen to sit at our big table for a celebration at the end of the day. The meal was so delicious it seemed to make our hurts and disappointments disappear for just that hour. We were together as a family, and that’s all that mattered in the whole world. We had something going on very special in our home and that something very special was