Inspired by Fat Red Ant, who was inspired by Dan Waber, I am taking up the challenge to write about 365 memorable people whose paths have crossed mine. The form is 44 words, in honor of the number of years spent running into them.
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.
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.) :-)
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..."
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.) :-)
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of that Virginia Woolf quote: “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."
ReplyDeleteYeah. 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..."
ReplyDeleteI 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...
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