An image of an old man praying over a loaf of bread hung in our kitchen all my years of growing up. We never talked about it. I stared at it often – but for no particular reason. However, now that I am older with a family of my own, this image is pressed firmly in my mind, and I appreciate the subtle impact it had on me as a child.
Today was the first day in probably 20 years that I have thought of this image. Since starting this blog a few days ago, I’ve been thinking a lot about what happens around the kitchen table. This morning it wasn’t just a table to sit at while I ate, I saw it as a place of prayer. Continue reading
I woke up to a few very welcome inches of snow this morning. So beautiful. But that meant it also gave me a little extra time to actually fix a breakfast for my son this morning (usually it’s grabbing a banana or stopping through the drive thru). Continue reading
Today was really exciting for me.
- It was a day home (which is really rare).
- I had time to cook a meal (which also does not happen enough).
- I had a new friend over for breakfast (extremely rare).
In my line of work time for friends (and even family) is scarce, and then to find a friendship that goes a little deeper – where you connect on a spiritual and emotional level that gives a mutual feeling of respect and support; well, those kind of relationships are very few and very special. We decided to become accountable to each other with our life’s struggles and goals. I don’t think it is a coincidence that most relationships are formed around our food. It is very fitting. Our meals tell a story. So while we enjoyed a few hours together this morning it gave me the idea of this blog. To record, celebrate, and make every meal together as special as possible. Continue reading