Now that the Still Summer Season is over and we're no longer dining on the patio, we've fallen into the habit of eating in the living room-- with the television on. Disgraceful. I know. So I welcomed Mr. Big Food's proposal.
Tonight I set the table. We enjoyed a fine meal of a delicious Tex-Mex pork loaf served with salsa made from tomatillos and green tomatoes (picked right before the freeze) and fresh cilantro, cleared the table, and chatted. We had a raucous discussion about 'Pilgrims' vs. 'Puritans'
|and then the conversation turned to table manners.|
It will be a short game, played at Sunday Supper. Each of us will "host" one play.
It's been agreed there will be no meal police. Shouts of, "A. Leland's elbows are on the table! He looses points!!" have no place in the enjoyment of a fine meal.
More details to come.