Take a quiet 15minutes to read this perfect article that had me close to tears of joy. The New York Times magazine has pulled together a series of essays on the art of the dinner party but the one by Gabrielle Hamilton, the Grown-up Dinner Party is a treasure. She so clearly expresses how I feel about food, dining, getting together and hospitality.
She touches on…
“The insistent, well-meaning clean-up brigade…”
“A dinner party is about what is said not about what is eaten.”
“When phones came to the table … instead of summoning words, people tapped on images.”
But best of all, she writes of coming downstairs as a child the morning after, where she would would “read” the detritus as if it were a fossil impression of the conversation just hours beforehand, the table strewn with the last debris of the late finishing dinner party.
(Gabrielle Hamilton is also author of Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef)