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.