Dinner With 3 People…Who You Picking?

I see this question in various forms a lot as I scroll through Pinterest. If you could have a conversation with 5 people or if you could meet anybody, who would it be? So, I decided to pick one and answer the question. I hope you will comment and let me know one person, living or deceased, that you would like to have dinner with and why.

My 3 people are not connected in any way, shape, or form, so…I am going to be having 3 meals. Typical of me to rethink the question and rework it to suit my purposes, but it wouldn’t be me otherwise.

My first meal would be breakfast with my grandparents on my mother’s side. I know the question says dinner…but work with me. Breakfast would take place in my grandmother’s kitchen, and she would make us pancakes in her old cast iron skillet. I never really knew my grandfather. He was sick when I was a baby with Parkinson’s, and I have no real memory of him. I know he was a piano player and had a small local band in Philadelphia. The one memory my mother and grandmother told me about was he would sit me on his lap and play “Baby Face” on the piano. I wish I had a picture of that. Every so often I look up that song when I think of him. I didn’t know much about my grandmother either. She died when I was 24, but she never talked about herself a lot. I know she lived with one of her friend’s family after a certain age, but we have no real information about her growing up. I wish I could go back in time and ask her about her life. But being a typical kid and teenager, I never really thought to ask. The breakfast conversation would be all about them.

The next meal would be with Dorothy Parker, the author, and all of her friends at The Algonquin Hotel in New York. This was a big group of playwrights, theater critics, actors and magazine writers that met for lunch every day in the 1920’s. Over food and drinks (alcohol in hidden flasks…this was during prohibition) they would spend the afternoon laughing at their own jokes, talk about literature and theater and basically gossip about everybody. One of the members of this group founded “The New Yorker” magazine. I have always liked Dorothy Parker’s short stories and poems. She was kind of like the mascot in this mainly male dominated group, but she could hold her own with the comebacks and wit. I would love to be at their table for one lunch and go toe to toe with sarcastic comments over a plate of scrambled eggs and bourbon laced coffee. I like to think I could hold my own, at least for a while.

Totally changing gears for dinner. I would like to have dinner with Jesus and his disciples. I would love to have spent a day with them on the road as Jesus went about his ministry. To see Him in action as He taught and healed. To watch how the disciples reacted to what He was saying and how the women that were in the circle interacted with them. At the end of the day, we would gather for the evening meal of fish, dates, olives, bread and whatever else they ate back then and maybe a glass of wine. I wonder what the conversation was like. Did the disciples argue over everything like a big family? Did Jesus continue to teach them? Or did they just sit back, enjoy the meal and relax over stories and jokes? Just to sit and listen to the conversation would be amazing, but I wonder if I would be able to get in a question or two. Even if I never uttered a word, the time with them would be fantastic.

So, there you go, my take on “dinner with 3 people”. Not quite what the question called for, but I answered in my own squiggle line kind of way. Have you been thinking of your 3 people? I hope so.

***Question for the comments…Tell me one person, living or dead, you would like to have dinner with and why.

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Hi, I'm Tracie. I am a writer, reader, life coach, lover of the city and the beach. I am a big fan of all things caffeinated. I dig things from many different decades, but am a definite child of the 80's. My blog is about everything and anything my mind conjures up. Enjoy the ride.

11 thoughts on “Dinner With 3 People…Who You Picking?

  1. My pick was always Jesus, too. Just not for the reasons you have. I thought about Daddy and the grandparents, but nope. Too painful when dinner would be over. As for Nan’s background, if ahe wanted people to know, we would know.

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      1. My understanding, from Mom, is that Nan was an orphan. She knew bits and pieces of her background but not a whole lot. We know her name was not Jean but Gienvieve (sic) Pachetti and Aunt Edna convinced hecto change it to Jean cos it was “more mature”.

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  2. My understanding, from Mom, is that Nan was an orphan. She knew bits and pieces of her background but not a whole lot. We know her name was not Jean but Gienvieve (sic) Pachetti and Aunt Edna convinced hecto change it to Jean cos it was “more mature”.

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  3. My meal would be with my papa Judd…I say meal because it’s not breakfast or lunch or dinner but everyday papa would come home from work…I’d help him rake leaves and clean yard and when he was pau he would eat like a pre game meal before dinner it consist of a big bowl of poi which was always on the table 24/7…a small dish of crushed hawaiian chili peppers,diced garlic and red hawaiian salt (we called it pika), and sweet Maui onions cut perfectly into cloved shaped pieces…the protein would be a can of bumble bee salmon, and some dried fish which would be either aku(tuna), opelu a bait fish that they used to catch the aku, or akule another bait fish…sorry I don’t know the English name for those…yep fish and poi and you dip the onions into the pika and chase it with the poi…and we would sit eat and talk story…he cared so much about us and how we were doing in school and sports…and he’d tell us stories and we would just listen…he was a great story teller…I miss him so much!!! Mahalo

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