An invitation for every kind of gathering.

Ten stools facing the stove. She cooks whatever looked best at the market.

Two pans on the stove and plenty of bread for mopping. Coffee until it runs out.

The last cookout of summer. Ribs on the porch, then peaches from the back orchard.

Twelve tins brought back from Lisbon, opened at the table with good bread.

Everything on the table came out of the woods behind the cabin.

A small dinner, black tie optional. The vodka stays in the freezer until the last minute.