Before the food. Before the flowers. Before the china is lifted from the cabinet and carried to the table with both hands — there is a smell.
It travels. It moves through rooms, down hallways, out windows, into the street. It announces something.
My mother called it Powerful Cooking.
And it had nothing to do with food or did it?
In our house, dinner was at 4:30. Not 4:45. Not sometime around five. Four-thirty. The table was set. The food was ready. And when my father walked through that door — he walked into a home that had been preparing for him.
We were ten children. And not one of us had to be told what it meant.
The people you love deserve to be received. Not accommodated. Received. There is a difference — and the table is where you feel it.
We also never used paper plates. Not once we were the dishwasher.
The full article is live today. It is about your table, your china, your Sunday guests, and the standard you carry forward. It is about the woman who taught you — and whether you are still doing what she showed you.
The full article is live today. Read it when the house is quiet and you have a moment to yourself.
Come on in. The House is fine. 🤎
Dorthy Huddleston, CBSP
Founder & Creative Director — House of LaDore