The Sacred Dinner Table

Nearly every few days I complain to my husband "How come we don't have friends that would come over for dinner?" The reasons are countless but mostly it is this: we are downwardly mobile (and this terrifies people), we are artists, we live in the poor part of town, we have no heat, the roof is leaking near the dining room table, and nearly everyone we know is afraid of eating.

Thus my fantasy of breaking bread with Jaques Pepin who understands the sacredness of the table.