A sweet memory I just came across:
Every Sunday supper was yummy Shabbos leftovers. There were so many options that when we were younger, my mother would write out a "menu" for us, with a list of all the things, and two rows- "Miriam" and "Dena" (and sometimes "Mory", too, if he wanted to eat), where we'd put a check next to the food we wanted. This list was given out before supper, wherever we were around the house, and then we'd hand it back and my mother would set a plate for each person with their requests, and warm it up in the microwave, and then call out "supper's ready" and we'd come down from whatever we were doing and we'd all eat together.
Ah, lovely memory :)