Monday, March 28, 2011
Breaking (Banana) Bread . . .
Nothing to me says a perfect night quite like an evening at the local (which in our case is The Commonwealth drinking a pint of Scotch Ale and weaving a beautiful tapestry of conversation between people who were not long ago mere strangers. It is through these kinds of interactions that we can more clearly see who we are and how we fit together. We locate our own stories, often surprised at what we choose to share, to paint a picture of our lives before they crossed at this recent juncture.
I always loved the TV show Cheers, or at least the idea of it, the "3rd place" where "everybody knows your name". The Commonwealth is on its way to being that for me, or at least as close as I've come in a long while. Not only can I count on Ross to cook up a fine meal of mac and cheese or a nice Toastie, but I can always rely on Pete to recommend a brew that I will love, to smile and nod knowingly with good cheer when I tell him what I have been up to, and to wish me a good evening as I leave. Sometimes it is the little things that are important, that provide a continuous thread of self through your day-to-day life.
Tonight I had the pleasure of indulging in some Banana Bread Ale (my current favorite) as well as sharing a few bites of actual Bread Pudding with Burnt Caramel sauce. Not only were they delicious, but they put me in good spirits to converse about dogs and how to train them, the challenges facing young people today, midwifery and hoarding and the fine art of giving Christmas presents that are heartfelt and don't suck. The time seemed to slip away and our one hour meet-up turned into 2 1/2 until we reluctantly agreed to go our separate ways with an unspoken intention to break bread together again soon.