When I was growing up, we had this tradition at home that, whenever we were all under the same roof, we would sit at the table together, and have food together. My parents were very adamant about it. One of us wanted to eat while watching TV? Tough. I can still hear my dad saying that family time together is important, and we should use these opportunities to spend time with each other. Oh, and no distractions either. There were no smartphones at the time, but handheld video game consoles, magazines, any distractions were barred from the table. It was food and talk to each other. This tradition continued all the way into my 20's, although less and less, as my parents didn't always live with us. When Yogi and I moved in together, he showed me very early on that this was also important for him. He had a similar tradition with his family, so it was a somewhat seamless transition for both of us. Having this ritual proved especially tricky, but equally necessary, when I started fly...