Breaking bread

Photo by Ashim

We are in a deep freeze in Paris, every day remaining well below zero. Last week was highlighted by the warmest afternoon: a new friend invited seven of us over to his apartment in the 12th to cook a wok meal. We each brought something to share. The bringing was loosely coordinated: shrimp, salmon, carrots, pepper, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts, white pepper, a palette of sauces & spices, 3 rices, wine, pastries, chocolate cake. Tasks were divided naturally, everyone finding their place. Two woks were going fulls team in the kitchen, a Grey’s Anatomy team de-veined the shrimp with precision, the table was set, chocolates sampled on the sly, wine decanted.

I don’t set aside much time in my life for cooking with friends, let alone new ones. Breaking bread with friends is straightforward, nourishing, at the heart of it.


2 thoughts on “Breaking bread

  1. Hannah, I’m so glad I got to share this experience with you! Sometimes moments like these — where you don’t know exactly what to expect, or who you’ll be sharing them with — that end up incredibly memorable. “Nourishing” is the perfect word!

    • Right! When you don’t know who you’ll be sharing the day with, a little leap of faith is involved, and that is just a good habit to have, in general. Its too easy to miss out on a great interaction with someone because we are so busy, booked, occupied.

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