Bread of Life

One of the wonderful wedding gifts that we received was a pair of bread boards.  They were made by our friend Hen’s husband Wes and her father.   They are made from hand-hewn, hand-turned sycamore and the loveliest part is that they are inscribed on the back with our names and our wedding date.

Steve and I have been really, really busy this summer with a lot of socialising, some travelling, quilt deadlines (me) and business travel (Steve).  Which is why the blog has been just a bit quiet.  Steve was away all last week, and I was working every day on a quilt for a challenge (My Favourite Artist) in Kent.  I finished it on Friday, so to celebrate (and my husband’s return), I made a special Italian dinner with antipasti and used one of our new wedding bread boards.  No matter how busy Steve and I are, when we are at home together, we always find the time to cook and share food together.  We set the table with our lovely dinnerware and cutlery and the right glasses for whatever we’re drinking.  We break bread together and talk about our day or make plans for the future or just enjoy each other’s company.

To break bread together.  The original meaning of this seemingly simple phrase, which dates back to Biblical times, actually referred to the physical act of breaking bread. Even in antiquity, bread was considered so essential to the maintenance of human life that there was no act more social than sharing one’s bread with others. In those days, people did not use forks and knives, but ate with their fingers. Thus, bread was never sliced, it was literally “broken” – or torn apart – to be shared.

Our wackiest wedding present

Sarah hails from San Francisco and owns Otto Retro on Fore Street in Exeter.  I wrote about it here a couple of years ago.    I’ve been one of her steadiest customers and went through a spate of first aid kits for a while.   Quite a lot of the furniture in our living room is from Otto Retro.  Like me, Sarah is a West Coast refugee and she came to our house for our very first Thanksgiving dinner last year.

Sarah came to our wedding party towards the end of the day (as Saturdays are one of her busiest days of the week) and brought a beautifully wrapped gift with mysterious picture hanging hooks poking through the paper.  She also organized a couple of other guests to schlep all of our wedding presents over to our flat for us, as we were knackered and starting to say good-byes to people who were leaving.  What a sweetie!

Sarah’s gift is a Paragon first aid case

filled with American candy and an invitation to acquaint Steve, now by virtue of our marriage, an honorary American with our AMERICAN SNACK HERITAGE!!

The case now resides in our tea & coffee cosy corner and houses herbal teabags.

Here’s one of the first photos in our album from Emma Solley celebrating our cross-cultural marriage.

West Coast meets West Midlands