The dining room was our in-home cafe, one where we were all the chefs, wait staff and happy munchers.
If the dining room isn't a place of fun, you aren't doing it right. That's what my Nana would say. She cooked, we made merriment, that was the deal.
The dining room was the simple frame for our family dinners and the hearty childish chaos they often became.
Through windows that welcomed the passage of the light, the dining room was alive with the vibrant hues of midday.
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