I feel grateful to be surrounded by such incredible women, to call such accomplished people friends. Among my closest circle there are: two masters degree level teachers, a registered dietitian, a student of marine biology applying to challenging graduate programs, a speech pathologist, a pastor-to-be, a writer with dreams of becoming a librarian, one attending graduate school at Queen's university in Belfast, advertising aficionados, stay at home moms and some good quality Target people thrown in for good measure. To say the least I find them inspiring.
Each has faced her share of trials and difficulties as we together navigate this era of making life-changing decisions. My friend Emma has been through her own midnight moments and has always maintained grace and stayed savvy throughout. I am so proud of her (and all of my friends, really), but especially because I've been privilege to see her almost weekly for Sunday dinners. I'm so glad I had Emma there for me as I went through more than a few bad recipes.
Four years of Sunday dinners has witnessed it all: boyfriends (four total), friend falling outs and falling ins, moves and new kitchens (six between us), two volumes of Food Everyday, crafts projects, endless episodes of Sex and the City, summer grilling and cancellations due to icy roads or blizzards.
But, like many good things, Sunday Dinners has arrived at an ending. I like to think of it as temporary, as I imagine being an old widow along with Emma living in a fabulous beach home cooking up more gossip and farfalle. For now I'm feeling bittersweet.
I'm not sure if Chicago deserves such a vibrant woman, but I am here to cheer her on. Minneapolis will never be the same without Emma.
Vintage Sunday dinner, circa 2009











