I woke to the memories of sharing food with family, friends, and individuals who, because of the food, went on to become an ongoing part of my life. There is an amazing range of settings, ambiences, and types of food. With a few, I contributed to the cooking. Often it was a fun collaboration in the kitchen with friends, laughter, and joy. In every situation, there was a love of life, living, and people that was infused in the food and conversations. Breaking bread was so much more than just food.
Today begins with preparation for a small move. I am looking forward to breaking bread, even as I know I will miss the familiarity of the stove and oven I have gotten to know. Every meal is an opportunity to explore and go deep with the individuals around the table. In the steps to sharing food and fellowship, one discovers principles of living with each other. Etiquette is a good foundation. Each act of respect, care, and kindness embraces those around us with unconditional acceptance and evidence of belonging.
When the experience is good, I find myself remembering and sharing. I remember each with an awareness that my soul was infused with hope. I see the smiles and laughter. On a few occasions, tears were shared. Even now, as I remember, they return. With the memories, I find myself “Saying, I’ll tell my good friends, my brothers and sisters, all I know about you; I’ll join them in worship and praise to you.” (Hebrews 2.12). We will break bread, lift a glass, and enjoy the fruits that Life gives to nurture our hearts and souls.
There is an open invitation to be in the kitchen, lending a hand and adding one’s voice. As I see it pass on to the next generation and beyond, funny-shaped cookies, bread, and wonderful pasta emerge from their collaborations. I know the future is in good hands with the generations working together.
I hope my passion infuses each dish with kindness, care, and love for today’s menu with life.
