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Being A Hostess

Today I hosted Thanksgiving dinner for my extended family.  The last few days have been marked by recipe searching, cleaning, grocery shopping, chopping, and tasting.  And I have loved every single minute of it.

I love inviting people into my home and preparing a welcoming and warm space for them.  I love the act of creating new, delicious and extravagant meals from a counter-full of ingredients.  I love going up and down every aisle in the grocery store and learning where the dried figs are (and then learning that I love dried figs!).  I love setting tables, making room in the refrigerator for fresh produce, and picking the perfect tupperware for the leftovers.  I love my apron and ceramic knife and rubber spatula.  I love when a timer goes off and there is so much going on that I can’t remember what’s done.  I love all the excitement and anticipation and preparation that eventually leads to a crowded table of people laughing, talking, and enjoying a meal together.

I want to be the kind of person who embodies feasting and hospitality, no matter how big or small the occasion or how many people show up for the party.  In so many ways being a hostess brings me closer to who I think God is, and for that, today, I am especially thankful.

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About Samantha Curley

Hi! My name is Samantha Curley. I live in Pasadena, California where I run a non-profit organization called Level Ground (onlevelground.org). I like to ponder, ask questions, and share stories about life, art, and faith.

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