Sharing food…

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Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be engaged in lightly.

M.F.K. Fisher


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You can read about Backhouse, the wonderful restaurant in Niagara-on-the-Lake, where this image was taken, here — and about how my talented brother-in-law made the tables.

4 thoughts on “Sharing food…

  1. My goodness, this is such an amazing poem by Rumi — and so perfect for this image. Thank you so much for sharing it. I just love that last line: “You have to feel the oven fire yourself.” I have never read a Rumi poem that does not give me a chill of recognition…

  2. Hi Sherry — this is a long comment – but I couldn’t resist. Right next to your e-mail was this poem by Rumi:

    Sour, Doughy, Raw, and Numb

    If we are not together in the heart,
    what’s the point?

    When body and soul are not dancing,
    there is no pleasure in colorful clothing.

    Why having cooking pans
    if there is no food in the house?

    In this world full of fresh bread,
    amber, and musk, what are they
    to someone with no sense of smell?

    If you stay away from fire,
    you will remain sour,
    doughy, raw, and numb.

    You may have lovely just-baked loaves
    around you, but those friends cannot help.
    You have to feel the oven fire yourself.

    – Jelalludin Rumi
    (Coleman Barks translation)

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