IrisAlthea
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I read about the uninvited dinner guest thing. Interesting.
Yes, it did get a lot of attention.
It’s not really a question that’s pertinent to me because I don’t have kids. But I tend to feed everyone that crosses my path, so I’d probably feed the kids too. The thing is, though, these days kids seem to have a lot more dietary restrictions and parents that get pissed off if their kid eats at a slightly different time than usual, so it can be complicated. Or at least looks to me that it might.
Then again, I’ve also not been offered food as a kid. I used it to my advantage and practiced my piano pieces while my friend was having her family dinner and when she was done, we’d go on being kids. My family always ate a little earlier than hers so it worked out. I feel sorry for her family for having to listen to my piano practice though.
And on Fridays they’d sometimes invite me over for the Shabbat meal, because Friday was pure family time for them so you couldn’t just pop over and practice your piano. Then they’d obvs feed me too.
I don’t remember how it was with my other friends. Probably similar?
Yes, I remember hanging out in friends room’s reading their comic books, sometimes alone and sometimes with a group of other friends. Don’t think it happend that much at our house because my parents worked strange hours, so there wasn’t really an organized pre-planned dinner but rather fix yourself something and then it was easier to fix for some extra friends too.
With our kids’ friends, there is always Swedish fika or evening tea and sandwiches depending on the time of day.
The actual dinner we have planned might not always be able to stretch though, especially if they brought home a group of friends. They can always have a couple of sandwiches or something like that though.
If we do invite them to have dinner with us, I always make sure to tell them what we are having and to say that they can have a sandwich instead if they don’t like it. Still have traumatic memories of accepting an invitation like that as a kid and realizing they were having Swedish blood sausage *shudder*.