Gathering around the table for food and conversation is the one thing that is getting me through this dark month of January. Not a large group of people, yet every week, I invite a close friend to join me at the kitchen table, to share in the important ritual of dinner. It gives me a chance to plan a menu, to cook, to set the table with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles, and to look forward to the hour when the sky darkens in the evening.
The very definition of comfort food varies for each of us, and for me, it is something that combines vegetables with a creamy cheese sauce. This winter, I signed up for a CSA share from Clearbrook Farm, riding my bike to the pickup location nearby, and walking home balancing a heavy bag on the seat. I expected squash, potatoes, onion, and garlic, yet delighted with the occasional bag of sweet spinach, arugula, and lettuce (all greenhouse-grown). My appreciation is akin to that first salad of the season, yet better because it is so fleeting. In spring, I know there is more to follow, yet this time of year, I am beholden to the limited quantities growing under hoop houses.
Setting the table is an act of gratitude, a nod to the fullness of our senses that comes from eating. Choosing cloth napkins, paired with brightly colored placemats, lighting beeswax candles, and adding a sprig of parsley as a garnish to the plate all give the message of care and attention.