baking, faith

tiny oven, full table

The oven is tiny. Each use requires that I crouch down try, often unsuccessfully, to kindle the pilot light. I don’t really ever know what temperature it has reached. And yet: from this little heat-cave comes good food. Even better: we have friends, nearly every night, to come and share the feast with us. Not once has there been too little to share.

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  1. Andrea Woodard says:

    Our dishwasher is broken. Every night I wash and dry the plates, and the mugs, and the sippy cups, and the bottles, all by hand… most nights of the week I have more plates than I wish for, because sweet friends have shared our table with us that day…

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