My husband and I hosted our third Sunday Supper this past weekend, where we have an open invite for friends and family to share dinner with us.
Sunday’s gathering was the smallest of them all.
And, my heart is full for all the folks we have hosted for each Sunday Supper so far. Nelson and I often remark at the large number of people in Gastonia and the Charlotte area who have enthusiastically joined our group and expressed interest in sharing food and conversation at this home.
This week of American Thanksgiving there can be much to fret about across this big, blue globe.
It can weigh me down with anxiety, grief, and anger.
But them I scroll through the names of friends and family in our Sunday Suppers group.
I think about joyfully gathering at a table, each person contributing something tasty and delicious, and how bits and snippets of conversation happen throughout the evening.
And then all is well because we do what humans have done forever: we eat together and talk.
Humans are good. And yes, sure, there are bad apples out there. And, at the end of the day, most humans, no matter your religion or politics or anything else, we are all mostly good.
I don’t want to ever forget that.
And Sunday night, we feasted on chili with fixins, cornbread, coconut Dahl, butternut squash + apple soup with cream and roasted pumpkin seeds and sourdough croutons, and chicken gnocchi soup with garlic bread, plus a lovely applesauce cake to finish it all off.
If food is love, our home was filled to bursting Sunday night.
We are fortunate indeed.
Happy Thanksgiving, USA. Don’t forget our awful past, or close your heart to the tragedies of today. AND remember to be thankful for the goodness all around you.
Warmly,
Angie