My Table – Backdoor Hospitality

A Look into the Glory of Sharing the Table (video)

I was going to make a video for Grace Table for my post; but, as I added more pictures, short clips and began listening to Rend Collective’s Lighthouse, I just knew it needed to be turned into a video for my blog. I encourage you to watch it if you have about four minutes. It’s whatContinue reading “A Look into the Glory of Sharing the Table (video)”

Exercising the Hospitality Muscle Memory

As a little girl it took me forever to say, “I’m sorry.” Always have and always will have a strong spirit. It is not easily budged for the “just because,” answer. I’ve learned by working my memory “forgiving” muscles over the years the easier it is for me to vocalize an “I’m sorry.” It’s likeContinue reading “Exercising the Hospitality Muscle Memory”

Our New Table: Home

Our family being in Arizona and driving back to our new home (for at least this year) all began two and a half weeks ago. We pulled up in perfect Bellingham fashion with rain pouring down in mid-July to a first time view of this quaint farmhouse. Our friends came by to welcome us andContinue reading “Our New Table: Home”

The Best Secret in Being Hospitable

I am in Arizona. I had plans of what my time here would look like. Trips to see old high school friends swirled in my head. Inviting people over after my girls were asleep to do some cooking classes (this last one has never been vocalized till now). I have had the want to cram asContinue reading “The Best Secret in Being Hospitable”

Children Need to be in the Kitchen & at the Table

Today I was the parent helper in Cadence’s preK class, which means Tuesday is cooking day. We made homemade granola, which would go on top of the yogurt and fruit. Most often, there are only a handful of kids helping in the process. However, today it seemed the majority of the class took part inContinue reading “Children Need to be in the Kitchen & at the Table”

Roasted Beet-Orange-Fennel & Shallot Salad Which My Seven Year old Loves

I have a love-love relationship for beets. As a child, the only way I could get them was found at the salad bar at a restaurant I affectionately called, “Tom & Tates.” I guess you could call me the oddball kid in the family (perfectly in the middle), who choked down dry lima beans, gladlyContinue reading “Roasted Beet-Orange-Fennel & Shallot Salad Which My Seven Year old Loves”