Thursdays: Round the Dinner Table

Two loaves of no-knead bread–one mixed with herbes de Provence. Yum

Mixed: 10 pm

Molded: 12:15 pm next day

Baked: 2:15 pm

Ate one at table, gave the other to Glenn to take home

I seem to enjoy weekly appointments. For a long while I’ve been heading to the beach every week with my now five year-old. We walk, splashing our feet in the water, or I sit and crochet while he digs or throws rocks, or we crawl around in the tide pools, marveling at the sea creatures. We’ve been going every week for almost 2 1/2 years and it has made my life so much richer. A good dose of nature once a week cures many ills.

And I garden most Saturdays, along with scrubbing some part of the house. Please stop on by, I can always use another hand. I’ll make you lemonade if it’s hot, or hot tea if it’s cold, and you can chop at my ever-growing hedge. ๐Ÿ™‚

And Tuesdays are my free-ish days. I leave a big block of time open for the library, hiking, meeting friends, apple picking, or playing at a new park…

Of course, Sunday is church.

So, it makes sense that Thursday nights are becoming a regular evening for sharing meals with a friend or three. My husband loves to cook, and I jump in the kitchen and bake, and both of us enjoy having as many folks around the table as we can squeeze. We’re open to inviting all sorts: old friends, new friends, the guy who serves my husband coffee at his favorite morning haunt. And next week we’ll be having our house blessed on Thursday, so that will be an especially festive evening.

I’m an introvert. But I’ve come to realize that people–really getting to know people, listening to them, appreciating their many talents and gifts, inspiring them, encouraging them–that people make life rich and full of adventure. I’m enjoying our Thursday nights and ask you to think about opening your home, too, even if what you offer seems meagre.

Over twenty years ago, when my husband and I were newly married, we invited a family of seven into our small apartment for dinner. We tossed the cotton mattress off the futon, spread a cloth on the low wooden frame, sat on the floor, drank from mismatched china… But what fun! Just being together.

So, I’m off to bake yet another batch of something. The herbes de Provence in the no-knead recipe is worth repeating. The pumpkin bread recipe is almost perfected, and that hedge just won’t stop growing!

What sorts of things do you do every week? I’d love to hear…

Cheers!

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3 thoughts on “Thursdays: Round the Dinner Table

    • Short sleeves! All last week you could have been comfortable in a bikini. Overly strange weather.

      Today, it actually drizzled. I’m thrilled for my fruit trees who have been terribly confused and wanting to flower when it’s only January. Plus, I got to wear boots again. I do love boots ๐Ÿ™‚ Love your snow–thanks for sharing, Phyllis.

  1. Great idea. I’m an introvert too, for the most part, but we’ve always loved having people over. Not a bad idea to plan for a particular evening on a regular basis. I don’t think we do anything on a weekly basis other than go to Church, baseball practice, youth group, etc. . . .Hmmmmm. . .this gets me to thinkin’. . .

    This week . . .the feast of St Brigid tomorrow. We’re trying to really ramp up the recognition of our families’ feast days around here. We haven’t done much in the past, but tomorrow we’re having Iona’s chosen dinner- pasta salad, biscuits, bacon, and watermelon. I’m sure St. Brigid would totally dig that meal. It’s oh so Irish. Dessert- brownie/ice cream cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream so as to make it as ethnic as possible. Happy feast day!!!!!

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