Celebrate

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Storied Dishes

After we got engaged I couldn't wait to finally get to choose an everyday china pattern and register for gifts. (How in the world was that almost 30 years ago?) I didn't need to choose fine china; I had inherited my mother's Malden by Oxford, simple, rimmed in gold, and stunning. I'm one of those who believes kitchen art begins with pretty dishes. A spectacularly set table doesn't necessarily have to...

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Winter Party with Grain-free Chocolate Cupcakes

A winter party is one of my favorite ways to remind me to keep celebrating life. This was true as a fourth grader too. My golden blonde hair lay straight falling in my face. Sweeping it back to focus on weaving the purple & pink construction paper for my Valentine heart envelope to receive the next day’s Valentines.    My nine year old heart knew nothing of the 16 year...

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Grief, Gratitude, and Turkey Stuffing

Thanksgiving was the first holiday we celebrated after moving to this old red-brick farmhouse in southeastern Pennsylvania. Tomorrow, we will celebrate our fifth Thanksgiving in this place. Is it any wonder I am looking back? Every year, we have roasted a turkey bought from a local Lancaster County farmer. I no longer attempt complicated new recipes because these turkeys are so flavorful. There are many reasons to take good care...

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Love at the Table

I still remember the first time I met her, emerging from the shadow of her garage to meet us at the car. Her eyes were the same piercing blue as his; or rather, I suppose, his, hers. I think I told her so right then. I don't know if he and I were in love yet but we were headed in that direction; he brought me home to meet his parents, after all. Obviously, something was...

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Happy Birthday GraceTable~A Letter To Our Readers (Plus A Giveaway)

Dearest readers, It's hard to believe it's been 2 years since the table was set in this quiet space. In the midst of the flurry of fall and working on other projects, I forgot that November is GraceTable's birthday month! In fact, it didn't even occur to me until one of our host writers made mention of it in our private Facebook group. Sigh.  This month marks the 2 year anniversary of this...

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Invisible Hospitality And An End-of-Summer Cake

Ten years ago, she confessed to me that hospitality wasn’t for her. The tasks that brought me life brought her only unbearable stress. She sloughed off a burden of expectation that wasn’t hers to bear. She said no to hosting friends for dinner and said yes to so many other good things. * Today, that same friend is mom to a houseful of kids. They arrived through birth and adoption...

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Comfort Food For Those Who Mourn

Today is gray and chilly, and raindrops are sliding down the window slowly, like tears. It is the last hour before dinner, and I am scrambling to write this post for Grace Table. My husband is traveling for work this week, and I left the sitter with the kids and a big pot of slowly thawing soup. I had most of the day to work, a rare thing, but I...

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Why Rhythms Matter

Today is my daughter’s 20th birthday.  And it’s the first time I won’t be with her to celebrate. Last year, on March 7, I baked Murielle’s favorite chocolate cake with the help of some generous people in the neighborhood. The recipe and special bundt pan normally used at Christmas were skulked away in a corner of the kitchen but I had inadvertently overlooked the need for mixing bowls and the...

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Celebrate Belonging

I was twelve years old, stomach full of pie and knees to my chest, wedged between my sister and brother in the order we came out of the womb.  The lights on the tree were twinkling- the multi colored kind that my mama always protested were tacky but my daddy still strung every year.  When it comes to children and Christmas decorations, the one gets giddier as the other gets...

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Triple Ginger Cake

Last December, we invited my parents, in-laws, and my brother and his family over for an early Christmas get-together. Despite the fact that our table is not large enough to seat everyone, coupled with the startling realization that I did not own a ladle in order to serve my soup, and the only Christmas decor we have is a 4-feet tall, bright pink Christmas tree, it was so wonderful to gather everyone together. I...

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