Saturday, February 15, 2014

If Saint Valentine Came to Dinner


I love the "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" tradition ... whether real or imagined, the idea of having specific men and women across the table from you creates fascinating scenarios. So in honor of the holiday, I wonder what it would be like if Saint Valentine came to dinner at No41.

After introductions at the door, I'd start with the obvious tour of modern-day appliances and technology. Since Val (which he insists I call him though it seems very disrespectful) was martyred for his faith back in the third century, he probably isn't up on all the contemporary world has to offer. What Pandora station would he prefer? Gregorian chant? A little after his time but probably more familiar than Mumford and Sons. I'd probably stick with a simple "meat and vegetables" kind of meal to put my time-traveling guest at ease, accompanied by a bottle of Chianti (from his supposed country of origin).


What I know of Val is insubstantial. There are many legends surrounding his life, none of which have been authenticated with any accuracy. He was likely a bishop in the early church, when it was under intense persecution from the Roman Empire. There's a story of his being arrested for marrying Christian couples. There's also a story of a judge asking him to restore the sight of his blind daughter; the miracle was followed by the conversion of the family to the Christian faith. Some storytellers have added an epilogue to the scene - that upon leaving, he sent a note to the daughter signed "Your Valentine". I bet if I brought that up to my guest he would become flustered and adamantly deny any such action. Or perhaps he is a romantic after all.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Don't Knock

It was a casual Sunday night supper. We were celebrating the completion of a project and spending some well-earned time around the table as friends. I made a pot of white chicken chili (recipe below) and set out guac and chips and a tossed green salad. Like I said, casual. I'm learning how much I enjoy having dinner done when guests arrive so I can be fully present with them from the moment they walk in the door. Not always possible when I'm playing around with new recipes but it's a goal of mine. Tonight the chili was happily bubbling away when the first person came through the door.

Without knocking. She just opened the door at No41 and let herself in. The next two friends did likewise. And that colored me all sorts of happy. We've all heard the cliché "There are friends for a reason, friends for a season, and friends for a lifetime". I'm rewriting it ... "There are friends who knock, and there are friends who let themselves in."