A Feminist Wife: Sunday Breakfast

Sunday breakfasts are maybe my favorite part of married life.  No matter what has been going on, no matter what we have to do  before work starts on Monday, we sit down to a huge breakfast on Sunday mornings and talk.

This wasn’t a “tradition” we ever talked about starting or continuing on a regular basis, although I do think it sort of naturally continued from when before we were living together and I used to spend the night at his place on Saturdays and we’d wake up and have breakfast on Sunday morning.

But even though we’ve never really talked about doing it, we still awake every Sunday, and one of us overtakes the kitchen to make a usually-stunning bed & breakfast-style meal.  (We do share this responsibility in true, feminist-couple fashion.)  Sometimes Tim makes French toast, sometimes I make eggs and English muffins and soy bacon.  I almost always make some sort of bread.  On nice days, we serve the breakfast on the balcony and on chillier days we eat at the kitchen table from my childhood, passed on to me from my mom.  We serve the breakfast with coffee and cranberry juice.  And we talk.  We talk until the coffee gets cold and then some.  We talk about our weeks past and upcoming.  We talk about the bills we need to pay.  We talk about family.  We talk about happiness.  We talk about frustrations.

We just talk.

Just having food and a table in front of you is conducive to talking.  I’m not sure what it is about these huge meals that opens us up, but there’s something there.  And I’m not interested in explaining the magic away; I’m just interested in creating these meals and feeling satisfied both physically and emotionally.  Filling ourselves up with food and conversation.

They say communication is the basis of a healthy relationship.  If that’s true, we have that going for us.  We’re not always experts at sharing everything all the time, but sharing a hearty meal and a good talk once a week is something we’ll continue to work on and build on for the rest of our lives.

What are your traditions in your relationship?  How did they start?

3 replies on “A Feminist Wife: Sunday Breakfast”

  1. I’m so jealous! I can’t wait for the day again when Ilya and I have a morning together. Damn these incompatible schedules!!

    • Ashley on

      Awww, but you have evenings together, which Tim and I rarely have – especially during the months of November-March when he’s coaching. It’s not about when the time together occurs, but about what you do with it when you have it.

  2. This sounds as a very nice tradition. One I might want to introduce here as well (in weekends me and the boyfriend are together that is, since we only see each other every few weeks because of distance).

    Also, I want french toast now.

    /Els