If you are like me, there is a pile of magazines/books next to your bedside you have yet to get to (mine no longer fits neatly in my nightstand and is a floating island on the floor). So I would like to make a suggestion. Take a bit of today’s extra hour and read chef Gabriella Hamilton’s essay The Grown Up’s Table, from the NY Times. (Kerry Diamond of Cherry Bombe interviewed Gabriella recently and Kerry’s Instagram post reminded me how poignant her piece is.)
Dinner parties can sometimes feel like a lot of work, yet they can easily turn into memorable experiences. But some of the art of the dinner party has been lost, people rely on their cell phones instead of each other for entertainment and interesting discussion. Everyone’s become a food critic and tries to outdo each other on what they ate last instead of appreciating the elegance of the simple meal in front of them.
Still Gabriella’s essay makes me want to entertain again. I haven’t much lately. And living in the suburbs makes it hard to invite city friends. But I am going to start. Because there is nothing more satisfying than sharing a meal with friends, imperfections and all.
image courtesy NY Times