My friend Susie and I accidentally spent an entire day together this weekend. What started as a morning meeting to discuss writing became one long meandering conversation about life and family and weddings and hope and fear and things she’s learned and things I’ve learned and things we’re still stumbling to embrace. We moved from the kitchen table to the sofa to the car to a great little table at a local restaurant. There were tears and thoughtful moments and uncomfortable pauses and laughs. And as I drove home, I thought, “There need to be more accidental days in this life.” Days where the clock becomes secondary to the conversation. Days where “all about me” is happily trumped by “all about you.” Days where time (and people) is invested rather than spent.
So, what does an accidental day and pork have to do with each other? Nothing really. But then again, maybe everything. Because somewhere in that meandering conversation, we talked about food and the beauty of justing sitting at the table with someone and letting the time slip away in good conversation – about giving ourselves permission to have accidental days even when life feels rushed and full and overwhelming.
I shared this recipe with Susie. I think you’ll like it too. Now she’s sharing it as part of 52 Sunday Suppers.
Here’s to your accidental days.