Breaking Bread

One of man's best rituals is the breaking of bread - with friends, with family, with strangers. It is how we open our homes and hearts to others. And, how people welcome one into a community. I have enjoyed many a good meal with Angie and Gavin, Brenda, Alan, Ramona and so many more. With this ritual laughter has been shared and friendship has grown. It's all good and we are thankful for the friends who have invited us into their lives.

At our house it is a revolving door of friends from Dean and Andrew. David eats over every Thursday and we can always count on Vinnie for a meal or two. No matter who's here, one can always slice the pie a little smaller, throw on a pot of rice, stretch it all just a bit more to enjoy the company of these terrific kids.

We have been training Dean to cook us dinner once a week (and do the dishes!). Last week, Frito pie was on the menu. (using our much coveted last bag of US Fritos - the others just don't cut it). Following a twenty year old recipe from Good Housekeeping, Dean added the designated 1/4 cup of chili powder. I reckon that today's chili powder is just a wee bit stronger than that from 20 years ago.


I have never tasted chili quite so spicy.

Milk, water (beer) was no match for the fire in our bellies.

Dean reckons it was a waste of our precious Fritos.


Oh well, Vinnie is now an honorary Texan for eating his whole bowl.