Then, one day this winter, I prepared the food and set the table. I didn’t dish out the food from the kitchen counter, but rather placed it in the middle of us all. A lightbulb went off as we passed the plates and enjoyed the food. We could see the bounty that was left for seconds and I didn’t have to get up one time to get more food for someone.
It is the simplest of things… food on a table, but it brought back so many memories of my childhood. I don’t collect ‘things’ much, but memories are rooted pretty deeply in me. It was so nice to sit and not have to rise to refill a plate (or five plates). It was all right there, ready for the taking.
I will say it a million times over, I think I would have fit in rather well in the 50’s. 🙂 I love slow. I love clothes line dried linens. I love being domestic and keeping a home. And it seems that I love having food cluttering our dinner table every evening. 🙂