FROZEN TV DINNERS
"If it weren't for Philo T. Farnsworth, inventor of television, we'd still be eating frozen radio dinners."
- Johnny Carson
What hath Cousin Philo wrought? It's hard to imagine a world without television and everything that followed from it. While much was good about it, I do lament the invention of the frozen TV dinner. The food was absolutely wretched: rubbery chicken, fake mashed potatoes with glue-like gravy, and those horrible huge green peas. Yuck!
But whatever harm those dinners did to our stomachs was nothing compared to the damage they did to the evening ritual of sharing family stories around a communal table. Having dinner together - breaking bread and talking about the events of the day - were the cords that held our clans together. In our race to plop ourselves in front of prime-time TV, we unwittingly dissolved those ties.
So do I blame rubbery chicken, glue-like gravy, and Cousin Philo for all the ills of the world? No, but I do wish we could turn off the TV (and smart phones and X-Box) long enough to talk together, ask questions, and, yes, tell some family stories. Come to think of it, isn't that why Netflix was invented? And Priceless Conversations?