Every month I have the privilege of getting together with a small group of women under the pretense of discussing a book. While we always devote at least a minute or two to the book, we spend most of our time catching up on each other’s lives over dinner.
This past Sunday was no exception. We laughed a lot, commiserated some, and ate a memorable meal together. My friend who was hosting this month has serious food-style. She’s got a knack for making approachable, soul-warming food and then giving it a bit of a twist. She makes it looks effortless, yet I always push back my chair from her table feeling inspired.
