Quotes About Hospitality

A man whose business it is to cook for all comers can have no political opinions.

The place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if it's a kitchen, if it's a place where they make food, it's fine with me. Ideally it should be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and immaculate. Where tile catching the light (ting! Ting!)

Akira often gets mad at me because he thinks I'm too nice to strangers, and cold as a fish at home. What can I do? He's right, but that's the way I am. I'm more enthusiastic about people I've just met, whom I barely know at all, than with old friends. Before the awkwardness of a new acquaintance has worn off, I'm ready to offer myself up to that person.

Non c'è posto al mondo che io ami più della cucina. Non importa dove si trova, com'è fatta: purchè sia una cucina, un posto dove si fa da mangiare, io sto bene. Se possibile le preferisco funzionali e vissute. Magari con tantissimi strofinacci asciutti e puliti e le piastrelle bianche che scintillano. Anche le cucine incredibilmente sporche mi piacciono da morire.

Dream kitchens. I will have countless ones, in my heart or in reality. Or in my travels. Alone, with a crowd of people, with one other person—in all the many places I will live. I know that there will be so many more.

Principalmente non si mangia mai da soli. Il cibo è determinante alla comunicazione tra le persone. Il cibo e la famiglia, per questo ne ho fatto un simbolo.

hot breakfast on a cold winter morning

You shall love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt." Those most likely to befriend strangers, in other words, are those who have been strangers themselves. The best way to grow empathy for those who are lost is to know what it means to be lost yourself.

Sometimes I wondered if it even mattered whether our communion cups were filled with consecrated wine or draft beer, as long as we bent over them long enough to recognize each other as kin.

When visitors come to a worship service in my own religious tradition, a great deal depends on how warmly they are welcomed and whether they feel included or excluded by what they hear during the short time they are with us. We may have exactly one shot at communicating who we are to people who know nothing about us - or who think they already know a lot about us - but who, in either case, will remember us at the embodiment of our entire tradition, the prime exemplars of our faith.

no one had to tell me why Martha stayed in the kitchen while her sister Mary sat at Jesus's feet. Martha was an introvert. She found chopping potatoes far less exhausting than talking to people, and besides, she could hear everything they were saying right where she was without having to come up with something to say herself.

However you define the problematic present-day stranger—the religious stranger, the cultural stranger, the transgendered stranger, the homeless stranger—scripture's wildly impractical solution is to love the stranger as the self.

She chattered on about the Inn. 'I'm a genius,' she said. 'I got three hundred people into two rooms that were meant to hold two hundred and fifty. And they're happy. Deep down, people are really sardines. They love being squeezed together.

The nice thing about a round table is that it can seat an almost infinite number of people, as King Arthur found out long ago.

Her favorite Irish saying was 'may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship and never in want,

That's the secret of entertaining. You make your guests feel welcome and at home. If you do that honestly, the rest takes care of itself.

I hope you don't mind tea in mugs,' she said, coming in with a tray. 'I told you I was a slut.

The day comes in the life of every single man living alone when he must give a dinner party, however unpretentious, and that day had now arrived for Rupert Stonebird.

Such a nice couple they made, Sister Dew thought, seeing him return alone to his own house. She wondered if she should take him one of the steak and kidney pies she had baked that morning, but then – with unusual delicacy – judged it to be not quite the moment. And of course there was no question of taking one to Miss Broome – one did not take cooked food to lone women in the same way as to lone men.

Nearly twenty-past one!' said Harriet, as they sat down to their meal. 'The Archdeacon has delayed everything. I suppose he imagined Emily would be cooking.' 'I don't suppose he thought about it at all, men don't as a rule,' said Belinda, 'they just expect meals to appear on the table and they do.

Well, then, we may as well find somewhere to have tea. After spiritual comes bodily refreshment.

I sat down at the table without any very high hopes, for both Julian and Winifred, as is often the way with good, unworldly people, hardly noticed what they ate or drank, so that a meal with them was a doubtful pleasure.

Would you like another cup, Miss Bede?' asked Miss Prior. 'I know you're one for tea, like I am.' 'Yes, please, I would,' said Belinda, feeling this to be a comfortable classification. 'I'm sure we need plenty of tea after all this excitement.' 'We certainly do,' agreed Miss Prior.

She was a great cultivator of friends, a person who brought others together. Once you were in her life, she never let you drift out of it completely. (Hidden Beneath)