Thanksgiving takes us to the table, doesn't it? When I was growing up, the mere mention of the word would make my mouth water. Now that I'm
older responsible for cooking the meal, it's a bit more complicated. I find comfort in the words of Wendell Berry, and I'm (slowly) learning gratitude that my hands were created to prepare God's blessed bounty for my family and friends.
This year I'm pairing Yotam's cookbook with our Thanksgiving menu. We'll still feast on turkey and stuffing, but the side dishes and several desserts are from recipes featured in this smoochie love letter of a cookbook.
Yotam's website and blog have shaped my ideas of how the nourishment of our home should look, taste, and be savored. Imagine an ancient city on your plate, and sharing it with your family. Bringing home his beauty from the library is a gift both at the table and in our nightly reading. We can experience the flavor of the food and feast on the knowledge of the cultures that brought us these ingredients.
Our oldest son helps tend a community garden at school, and his delight as he walks through the front door every Friday afternoon with his harvest is contagious. Sharing the mystery of God's simple abundance with our family is something to consume, discuss, and ponder; especially during this season of thanksgiving.