Our new family tradition

It is now customary, while sitting, eating at the kitchen table, to wave. And the better the food is, the faster the wave. That's what we'll teach foreigners who come to visit, and eat meals with us: "This is how we eat in America." Just like when I was a kid, my dad taught us that in his native land of Holland, it's rude if you don't belch your thanks to the chef for the meal they have prepared. My mother, in particular, was a huge fan of this tradition.
We were eating breakfast yesterday morning with Michael's family, who was visiting from out of state, and we were visiting from out of town. All of us foreigners, to an extent. The breakfast was yummy yummy yummy, and I thought our host should know how much her hard work was appreciated. So I told her just that. Because that's what you do when you eat something that just explodes with flavor in your mouth. I said, "Jen! This is soooooo good!" She said, "Ana helped make it." This is where the wave came in. I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to clap and say, "YAY!" . My hands wanted to do something to show my gratitude for this meal I was devouring, but one of them was busy shoveling food into my mouth. The other one was free so it decided, all on it's own, mind you, to just go for it. It waved. Not the huge kind where you extend your arm over your head and wave to the point of making your whole body shake. The small kind where your arm is tucked in close to your body and you tilt your wrist back a little and move your hand back and forth. The girly wave. And you know what? No one even blinked. They have all accepted that this sort of behavior will, at any one time, just happen.