I had a very low-key approach to tonight's Peasants Feast. I didn't know who was coming, and I questioned our collective capacity to create a cogent meal with the somewhat odd theme of the week.
Here's the link. It's a jaunty, tasty number. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIy6pXmQtkc.
Everyone was requested to bring something that was mentioned in the song. Logan made latkes.
Around 5 pm, I wondered if people would bring items that would make our evening true to the title of the song. I felt I needed to supplement the delicious latkes, so I made a salad out of lettuce, spinach and arugula from the garden. I added tomatoes, just in case.
I wanted to make sure that everybody could eat when they come to my house.
The kids spent time around the dining room table, acting like grown-ups. The grown-ups spent time outside on the back porch, talking smart and acting like kids.
So many interesting conversations tonight.
And the laughter. So much of that.
I love this odd amalgam of randomness we've generated with the Feasts.
We all seem to leave these nights completely, contentedly full.