What great fortune when you are able to say this as you place food on the table. With love.
When I worked in the kitchens of a restaurant several years back I thought this was the missing link – the act of placing the food on the table and stepping back to watch the enjoyment of someone you would want to make happy with your preparations.
On Thanksgiving and on all days that you are able to cook for someone it all works: grow or purchase, prepare, serve, share. (And hope that someone helps with the clean up).
Apron’s off. Hands are stiff. Day is done.
