Wednesday, February 15, 2006

15/365 Sue

Before Sue, had I ever felt such joy at table? She expertly midwifes love through food, wine, and those she brings together for the feast. From the moment we sit down, we are family at home. Thou preparest a table . . . my cup runneth over.

5 Comments:

Blogger Susan said...

Perfect description of the kind of hostess I always aspired to be. (And no, everyone, I'm not Sue. I've trained everyone to call me Susan or Suze. Occasionally Susie.) :-)

February 15, 2006 10:47 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

This reminds me of that Virginia Woolf quote: “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."

February 15, 2006 2:50 PM  
Blogger GreenishLady said...

Yeah. My sister, and now her daughter following in her footsteps, have this quality. I, on the other hand, tend to jump up at dessert time, and say "Oh, I forgot to serve the garlic bread/ salad..."

February 15, 2006 3:03 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

I am the Queen of Hostess Anxiety myself. But I was in my mid- or late twenties before I even knew this could happen in someone's home...

February 16, 2006 3:07 PM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

I could never be a hostess like this...ever...if my life.

I am not a cook and sometimes have trouble getting the dishes done.

February 17, 2006 12:43 AM  

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