We're an atypical modern day family. The hub of our home is not around the TV (our only TV is in the basement...and it's not hooked up to cable). Instead the hub is the kitchen. My little helper will sometimes push a chair over to help (wrote about that here). Sometimes he'll be in the sling, cooking close to his mama (love the ring sling with my growing baby bump).
Sometimes he'll be in the arms of his daddy, with a spoon in hand.
I grew up without TV being a big part of my life too. And the kitchen was the hub of my home. As I was in the midst of making some bread and some fudgy oat bars (did you notice the mess in the background?), I gave my dad a call. Guess what he was doing? Making the very same bread I was making. Three states away, yes. But a tradition that continues, even with distance.