Setting the table, placing the silverware alongside the plate, I imagine those who will sit around the table and dine. Hoping their stories will easily unfold like napkins, and that their laughter will be tossed about like a green salad. I smile anticipating secrets that will be swallowed whole and digested later. (A dinner is a mixture of hot and cold, tender morsels, bites to chew, and just the right amount of sweet and spicy.)
Photos: My favorite things to collect: mix and match table-top French antiques. Who came to dinner? Just family…Yann, Chelsea, Sacha and I. Everyday is a reason to bring out the best.
Our dinner table last night. The pregnant space waiting to nourish.
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