everyday meals everywhere

A subtitle emerges for the book, Meet Me at the Bamboo Table. (Photo by A.V. Crofts)
A subtitle emerges for the book, Meet Me at the Bamboo Table. (Photo by A.V. Crofts)

 

I took the photo above at the end of January, when it was crunch time on the subtitle. I’d batted around possibilities for months, but a survey to a small circle of friends sent me back to the drawing board. Out came the Post-It Notes, the trusty Sharpie, and just about every imaginable word related to food, travel, and memory I could muster. What surfaced stuck immediately: “Everyday Meals Everywhere.”

Meals shape and change me, no matter where I am. And they need not be five-star banquets to leave a lasting impression.

Today was bookended by two such everyday meals: a late breakfast atop a Berlin rooftop terrace, capped with a cozy pasta supper across town in the dining room of a 7th floor walk-up. Conversations easily swirl as drinks are poured, plates are served, and then eventually dishes are cleared. No one wanted to break the spell tonight, as we lingered over dessert well into the wee hours of the morning.

These meals are magic.