The other day, we posted a lunchtime poll asking readers about the frequency of their families' dinner when they were growing up. The comments made us hungry for more.

"We were only allowed to miss family dinner two nights a week when I was growing up and sports/church choir/etc. counted as a miss in addition to hanging out with friends on Friday or Saturday nights. It was tough in high school and at times I really resented it, but it was great. The only problem now is that as an adult living on my own I'm ALWAYS going out to eat with other people because eating by myself seems so lonely after 18 years of family dinners!" - Kate

"I didn't get to sit down and eat with my parents but maybe once a week because of their jobs, but my grandmother lived with us as well. She made sure that she sat down with my sisters and me and had a good dinner every night. We may not have sat down with all of the family there, but she was supportive enough that I think it was just as good, and those times that we did get to all sit down together were so special because it was such a crowd of us!" - Rose

Share your stories of family dinners through iReport. We'd love to know, what were dinners like at your home? Was strict etiquette enforced? Who cooked? Who served? Did you look forward to it or dread it? Did you say grace? Was there there punishment for non-attendance? Do you carry on these traditions?

Upload your story to iReport by 6/28 and we'll include our favorite responses in an upcoming feature.