The Perfect Meal
Friendship
Home is where the heart is.
The perfect meal isn’t often fancy
or expensive. It isn’t rushed or
pretentious. The perfect meal is the
meal we enjoyed the most, remember the most often, try to replicate and brings warmness
to our souls. While the food is the
reason you sit around the table it is often not the reason this meal was the
perfect one.
More likely
the perfect meal is / was perfect because of setting, the feelings, the people
around you. There was laughter, conversion
with trusted friends, and you were confortable in your own element. Such meals happen around the kitchen island,
on the back deck, on a blanket at the beach.
These meals consist of comfort food out of the oven. Sandwiches made with leftovers, and last
minute ideas thrown on the grill.
I had the
joy of one such meal just this past weekend.
While helping a friend set up a new toy in the living room the question
of dinner was asked. Her husband wanted
to know about steaks or fish. I asked if
there was a real need to choose.
Apparently there was not. We did
discuss the options of T-bone or prime rib.
We went with T-bones.
An hour later, the perfect meal of
steaks and white fish on the grill was served.
There was asparagus and tossed salad.
The conversation ranged from the woodchuck on the lawn, biking, summer’s
vacation plans, to what time the game started.
The day was warm and the sun was shinning but that’s not what made the
meal worth writing about. We are old
friends spending time to remain friends, remain close, and having a great time
in the process.
One such occasion
is never to far away. It is only a
matter slowing down to recognize it when it happens. The ingredients are endless but seldom found
in stores. The directions are simple. Prep-time, well that is anywhere from a few
minutes to a lifetime.
Call
friends, get something out of the freezer, add laughter, old memories while
making new ones, and stir. Serves as
many as you would like as often as you can.
Shoes and shirt optional, smiles required.
