A family tradition I want to carry on when I get older

My family isn’t exactly one that holds up very many strict traditions. We’ve thought of establishing new ones, but we'll probably drop them before we even get the chance to start. However, the traditions that we do continue to commemorate have been done pretty reliably. The tradition I’m sharing today isn’t super unique, nor does it seem to hold some inclusive, inspiring importance specific to my family. All it is, is making family brunch on the weekends together. I feel that this tradition is meaningful enough that I’d definitely see myself doing this as I got older with my family. 

The thing about this tradition is that no one officially established it as one within our family. When we first started, my mom had been going through a cooking craze in which she attempted to cook anything and everything she thought looked good on the internet. For a while we cycled through some pretty good recipes that she added to her cooking arsenal, but eventually we hit a wall. My mom attempted making Chinese meat pies. If you’re particularly against eating meat, I will warn you we’ve gone through a lot of these. At first my mom struggled with the filling; too salty but she fixed it. Then it was wrapping it with the dough, which we came to expect to be reliably unreliable. Then there was cooking it, which either gave it a really nice crust or just made it not raw (I’m exaggerating on that part, it was always pretty good). For a while, my mom would make these every Saturday morning, and every time they would slowly get better. 

One day when all of us happened to wake up earlier than normal, we all met up in the kitchen. My mom was in the process of making the pies and she invited us to try making one. At this point, she had gotten a lot better, so we split up the work and she began to teach us. My dad was in charge of the filling, my mom was working the dough, and I manned the stove. This was the beginning of our legendary meat pie-making trio. Since then, we’ve continued to do this almost every weekend when we get the chance. 

The best aspect of this tradition, besides eating the food, is that it affords my family a chance to bond, especially when we aren’t busy or grouchy. It’s rare to wake up on Saturday morning in a bad mood, and in that momentary weekend high, my family and I are able to get together and have some fun together that we may not have had during the work/school week. For this reason, I would definitely keep this tradition up for when I get older; the feeling of connection while making food together is irreplaceable. Although, we might have to lay off the meat pies a bit and branch out, I’m not sure how many more I can handle.