New collection: Dinner parties
I don’t cook. At all. I can barely boil water to make pasta. My daily meals usually consist of a smoothie for breakfast, an apple and peanut butter for a snack, a salad for lunch, nuts or a muffin for an afternoon snack and then for dinner I either pick up sushi, another salad, pasta from the salad bar or I make my “spiced up” Trader Joe’s enchilada with a sliced avocado and salsa.
These meals may seem plain, but I enjoy them. I have never particularly enjoyed cooking, but I absolutely love the ritual of sitting down for a meal.
Those Trader Joe’s burritos? I eat them off fine china I inherited from my grandmother. My napkins are embroidered linen and that smoothie I drink — always out of a monogrammed V-shaped glass from the 1940s. Even if I’m eating by myself, I get out my placemats, set the table, light a candle and sit down for dinner. I own two ikea plates, solely for microwave purposes, but the rest of my kitchen is outfitted with sentimental, beautiful accoutrements.
I have enough china to set a table for 20, which I often do in my apartment in San Francisco. I can set a charcherture plate like a champ and if I serve dinner or brunch, I simply pick up the main dish from the grocery store or restaurant nearby. I much prefer to spend planning and prepping time figuring out which table cloth to use instead of chopping onions, but that’s just me.
So, this latest collection of paintings is a celebration of the ritual of gathering. It’s a beautiful thing to sit down for a meal with family and friends, and I take a lot of pride in building a home that’s welcoming and comfortable.