@skinnylatte some my earliest memories are of dim sum. Sitting in my tiny, white, interloper family of just my mother and me. We’d be sat at the table the staff used for folding napkins and filling condiment pots as it was the only table for two.
The rest of the hall would be full, every table brimming with a family. Some families quiet, others rowdy, many easy and funny, and the odd one stern. But each family was the same in that they had convened for dim sum and would use that time to be together. I adored those meals. It was a great early lesson that generations don’t have to exist in lonely little silos. If I hadn’t had that exposure, I’d probably be so lonely right now, trying to live the same generationally isolated life that all my white peers adopted. Because it’s still just me, and her.
My dream for the future, from a young age has always been to enough participants for a standing dim sum appointment! A group large enough and enthusiastic enough that when the available members arrive, a table can always be filled.
I feel like (as an outsider) Chinese family meals allow for more moods and individuality…if it’s a bad week and one’s feeling quiet, the group is large enough to support conversation while the weary recharge with food and silence, while the next event provides opportunities to join in!