For years my dinner table was crammed into a room that was too small. It was surrounded by other furniture I wanted but didn't have room for. We never ate at it. Occasionally we'd assemble puzzles at the table and more often than not it became a repository for mail, old homework, half-finished projects.
It belonged to my grandma and grandpa originally. That and a hand-carved buffet. I refused to part with it over the years. I am sentimental about "stuff." It was theirs and I loved them and I wanted these pieces of them to be with me always.
Well today, I sat at the head of my dinner table before a feast I'd made with my own two hands: herb-crusted pork roast, homemade garlic smashed potatoes, cabbage, green beans fresh from the farmer's market and snapped by my very own daughter and corn muffins.
Around the table were my daughters, home for the weekend from their father's and my baby brother, in town for a few days. We ate. We laughed. We talked we ate.
And my dinner table, now situated in the middle of a dining room of an appropriate size, looking as exquisite, I'm sure, as the day it was bought, finally got its place of honor.
So to those who say food shouldn't be used to convey feelings, bonds or emotions, I say horse puckey. Food is part of showing love, honoring tradition, connecting us to our past and making future memories.
Today was a good one. ;)
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