Our day, I guess, more muted than that of most of my fellow countrymen. Sunday lunch with family and a single guest, a Jewish convert to Islam we’ve known for years, of my parents’ generation. Good companionship. A clear head. Gratitude. Tales shared. Memories recalled. Relaxed hospitality, without excess or gluttony. Ease and simplicity, just the way we like it.
Last modified: 25 December 2022
