
My dining room table ready for women’s group.
My Mom used to have this “trick”: Five minutes before my dad was due to come home from work (you could set your watch by his arrival, it was so predictable,) she would quickly set the table for dinner and put empty pans on the stove.
“You need to give the impression dinner is on the way.” Was her explanation. Sure enough, it worked. Dad seemed satisfied by the hope of dinner and one task was already done.
I still use the same principle. Not to “trick” Tom or anyone else but to still announce, Something good is on the way!
There is something about a table set to serve that wakes up more than appetite. A feeling of invitation, welcome, careful preparation, and honor are some of the things I feel when I see a table set for me.
What is your response to seeing a table set for you?

Table on the island.
A breakfast table can have the same effect.

Come and get it!
Or an outdoor one.

Feast in New Mexico with my son and daughter-in-law.
Somehow, once again, it’s the little props, the candle, type of napkins, the choice of color, arrangement of plates that paint the picture. Nothing costly or elaborate, just a bit of forethought to elevate eating to dining.
Feed your spirit as well as your body. Set the table, for your family, your friends, yourself.
Bon Appetit!
Hope for the best,
Tish