I never knew my grandfather on my mom’s side of the family. Still, I have stories, advice and attitudes that my mom has passed on from the old Dane.
Aside from a love for old Woodie Guthrie songs, he has also passed this notion down to me: the last meal of the day should be called supper. To call it dinner is to put on airs. People who work for a living eat the biggest meal in the middle of the day, to keep them going. That meal is called dinner. If a working person calls the last meal ‘dinner,’ they are just calling their supper something grand. He clearly lost that linguistic battle, but I still believe in calling it supper.
So what is Supper Table? It is a blog for discussing politics, religion and good cheap food. We value nourishment and good company more than entertainment. We are after substance and honesty, and try to avoid pretense. We value reliable information, sound arguments, and clear principles, and we try to avoid mistaking principles for theories. We believe these values can only fully be realized when we maintain an attitude of uncompromising love and respect, paired with repentance and forgiveness when we inevitably fall short.
