A Minnesota Sunday

I’m writing this post on a sunny Sunday afternoon in Minnesota. The colors of autumn paint the landscape.

I’m reminded of the cookbook I reviewed a few years ago, The Minnesota Table. Today we had a delightful church service with a potluck lunch afterwards. Sloppy Joes, lots of jello salads, and apple pie were on the menu. There’s something special about breaking bread in a small community. And even though I don’t live here, it makes me feel at home.

The sound of teasing and laughter fill the fellowship hall. Men talk about farming and the weather. Women talk about life in general and exchange recipes.

There is something almost sacred about this communion. I have not experienced it since my rural youth.

But I miss it, which probably makes this Minnesota Sunday all the more sweet.