My brother and sister-in-law flew in from Calgary for a visit. It was short. It was sweet. It was time well spent eating and then when we were full – we just ate some more. There was the Chinese takeaway that had to be polished off and our favourite Greek and Malaysian restaurants that deserved a visit. Then there was tea and copious amounts of cake that just had to be consumed. Between mouthfuls of fabulous food there was non-stop chatter. We talked about everything and anything until the next course arrived.
Thinking back – the amount of food around that weekend was a little outrageous. Every moment revolved around breaking bread with each other but at the end of the day – isn’t this what it’s all about?