Get Food On The Same Page? Sounds Messy

I love the faint voice of my dear sweet mother when she belts it across the kitchen, up the stairs, down the hall and finally into my room asking, "What do you want for dinner?" It's much like a waitress just asked me what I will be having tonight, but instead I have fewer choices and of course, I should probably help the waitress (my mother) prepare my meal. For my family, getting on the same page for what we eat every night, I believe, is relatively passive. Meaning, we eat what is put in front of us. The occasion arrises when my mother would make beef stroganoff and the barfing sounds coming from me and my siblings would usually remind her enough that we can't even look at it, let alone put it in our precious mouths. We just have a bowl of cereal for that night, she thinks its punishment, but we don't. However, when I hear the faint voice through my room door from the kitchen, the whole scenario changes. Everybody wants something completely different! Perhaps this is why restaurants were created in the first place. Now it is a destination, but before it was were the crazy confused families head when a decision on dinner could not be made. I can't imagine it being much different with other families, no matter their ethnicity. Perhaps they would not have the options for dinner, but they would certainly share the same internal disgust for beef stroganoff (or another ethically acquired taste) only without the children harmonizing their barf sounds. In our family, when we want to get on the same page, if we can't make a decision with decent conversation in the first five minutes, we lost our chance. Moms reply, "Ok, make your own dinners tonight."