The pleasure of a simple table.
A few good things, brought together with care.
Start with bread. Put it in the middle of the table and let everyone tear a piece. A bowl of tomatoes, a little salt, olive oil poured without too much ceremony.
There is pleasure in food that asks very little of us. The colors tell you where to begin. The conversation gives you a reason to stay.
Leave room for the afternoon.
A shared table has its own pace. Plates move, someone pours another glass and a meal becomes an afternoon. Good ingredients matter. So does making time for each other.
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