Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly. – MFK Fisher
My mom is an excellent cook, and this year’s holiday fare did not disappoint. A kitchen well stocked with dog-eared cookbooks is evidence of a lifetime of home cooked masterpieces. People are often surprised to learn that she had a late start in the kitchen. Newly married to my dad, it was common to find takeout boxes and bags in the house -- something that became more and more rare as I grew up.
Meals were eaten at the table and as a family, and in those days, there was little to no discussion as to the importance of doing so because it was the norm.
Now that I am old enough to get it, I think back on the spirited dinner time discussions we had with a smile. And thankfully, (somehow, to some extent) I have taken after my mom in the kitchen, making concoctions with spices she enjoys only reading about.
Though the meals may be different, the intent is the same…to gather, to share, to enjoy. And regardless of the food, be it home cooked or otherwise, what supersedes it all is time spent with loved ones, sharing it.
So who’s coming over for dinner tonight?