[August 27th, 2015]
One by one the guest list grew last night...what started out as a small home-cooked dinner with Aviv + my sister soon turned into Aviv, my sister, and my best friend ... and then Aviv's brother... and his girlfriend...and then my other girlfriend who just landed yesterday morning from Israel after we haven't seen her for two months. We were 7 total, and we dined on the floor! And man, did we dine...
Just like any other night on the farm table, we laid out the checkered tablecloth—this time picnic-style: we sat slap-dab in the middle of the salon, right in front of where the couch used to be.
While there is certainly a feeling of being a bit less civilized, and while truthfully, I did have a moment of anxiety thinking where the heck are we all going to sit and eat?? (turns out host-anxiety is genetically passed down, and I seem to have received it from my mother, who received it from her mother...Hi Teta!!) I took a moment to breathe and then realized: life doesn't stop for a single thing. Why get caught up in something silly like chairs? Think different -- right? And it turns out the floor is a very warm way to come together and eat!
Yes, we were extra careful to prevent any spills while passing the salad bowl or pouring more wine -- because this stuff is still looking for a new home -- but even with the extra caution, there was something far more intimate about the whole thing. It's not often that you get all your friends in a circle, with freedom to sit how you wish... to place a plate behind you instead of in front, because the floor is your chair and that plate's tabletop too... It all just felt a bit more simple.
Though I was so excited to see everyone, the guest of honor last night was actually someone else...something else, rather.
Remember when we sold JT the Elephant? Two days ago, JT's new mom let me know that her father had been deep-sea fishing this past weekend and caught a hefty 80-lb Big Eye Tuna. He sent her more tuna than she knew what to do with, so on Tuesday she gave some of this fresh fish away...to us! There must have been 5 lbs worth at least.
So the Big Eye was the guest of honor last night, and it was by far some of the most tender + flavorful fish we've ever eaten. It made the evening that much more memorable, knowing exactly where it came from and that such a quality animal was given away and consumed with love. Sounds cheesy, but it really made all the difference.
The only one who actually used the dining table (which is sold BTW!) last night was the piggy bank. You remember him from yesterday, right??? Don't forget to tap into Instagram @leavingwooster to take a vote on how much $$ his insides are worth. Need a clue? Since I've spoken in weights, this little guy is easily over 10 lbs.
Winner who guesses closest to the real $$ inside will get $100 to spend in the shop + the empty piggy as a keepsake.
Moral of the story today? Dine differently and deeply, at least once in a while...and take a gander at a pig.
Happy Thursday, world!
P & A