Let's gather together again and eat

My mom often talks about how my Grandma had someone over for supper or lunch almost every day.  When I think about the kitchen at the farm I remember the one wall lined with glass cupboards, a huge black stove, a small refrigerator and one small table - nothing fancy and fairly small. My Grandma passed before I was born, therefore I only heard stories of the suppers and the huge garden, but I do remember getting fresh eggs, watching my grandpa milk the cows and walking carefully down to the dark cool basement full of canned goods. The space was not big but the farm, food and community was mighty.

There is something so important about inviting people into your home and preparing them a meal. You are creating or restoring a level of trust and openness, thoughtfully taking the time to cook and entertain while building a community. My Grandma probably had people over regularly for multiple reasons - friends, family, church, students, workers and the needy.  It was the end of the depression when my mom was born, and my Grandparents were the glue for a lot of their small town of New Folden, Minnesota.

When I first started my Supper Club in NY, it was a different time. We were healing from 9/1l, Bush's term was finally ending and Alex and I were newly engaged. I'd say we were starting to be hopeful while slightly skeptic. 

Now we live in uncertain times again and I'd like to be more like my Grandparents, and build more in-person communities. I want to trust people, friends and strangers, and invite them into our home on a regular basis, not just for the holidays.  I want talk about what is going on and learn how we can benefit from each other as a collective group and help create change. So I'm starting Supper Club - LA. Do you want to join? No fancy kitchen needed, just an open door.

If so, say tuned...