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Love Aims to Close All Distances

I can't make the feast. The distance between us, Nashville to Providence, is outside the realm of financial justification. Let me tell you how I learned of the feast. I was visiting Faith at her home in Chicago where Barbara Yontz and I were graciously allowed to bunk in Faith's studio. It was filled with traces of caring preparation for the feast. She was adorning the invitations with individual watercolors, thin red string and a wax seal. She explained to us over dinner the nature of the project and the origins of the phrase Love As Strong As Death.
I thought about the meals she has shared with me-tongue tacos, steak we shared off the same plate, my first taste of lamb, homemade preserves and marmalades, greens from her garden. Conversation seems to happen while you chew. Histories are told. Love happens at mealtime as we feed both our bodies and our hearts. It is the taste of love that I will miss in Providence and the memory of the special evening that you will share.
So here's my plan subRosa.......I'm hosting my own satellite feast in Nashville with 13 of the wisest women I know. We'll bring to the table the same concerns of conversational love, engaging discourse and good wine. That night there will be a small movement of love happening from Rhode Island to Tennessee in the way Berger described love closing all distances.

We will drink a toast to you and your project.
love to you
Kristi Hargrove

Comments

Kristi, this is really great and totally in the spirit of subRosa and the feast here in Providence. When you have a chance, it would be great to see on this blog what you are eating at the feast in Nashville. We have been finding all kinds of tasty things in Providence and are featuring as much fresh, organic and locally grown food as we can. The search for these foods has given us a whole different experience as guests of this small city and we have met some really dedicated people who in my opinion are performing really interesting acts of political love.

O.K. Hyla. I've thought a great deal about this menu and have 16 committed to join in the feasting with me. I'm assuming there might be extras that show up so I'm preparing for more. Mrs. Leanne Hawkins, a strong-minded and truly southern lady, is bringing some white bean brucshetta. I'm going to our Farmer's Market to find fresh greens, tomatoes, white corn, snap beans, and any other basket of fresh produce that looks and smells like it wants to join the feast. I'm going to offer corn muffins as they remind me more of my home than something from our local hip French bakery. My mom has agreed to make these as she does them so well every Sunday. Cheeses will be on the table, red pepper humus, and all olives. For dessert, I've decided on options. I'm going to bake a red velvet cake with some appropriate decorations on top AND I have a nice copper fire pit out back where I think we should roast marshmellows.
As of now, that's how I see and taste it. Of course there will be plenty of wine and drink to celebrate and toast. We'll take pictures of the evening and share them--somehow--on your site.

Wish me luck. I feel a bit overwhelmed!!