His favorite meals were those they shared alone, just he and she, yield from garden’s harvest from time and labors shared together in enrichment to bodies, spirits, and minds; enjoyed bounty of simple and joyful labors that bore fruit for them to see.
In the candle light and quiet of evening, meals made of bounty raised and grown together, he enjoyed the richness and contentment of a simple way that still sustained in blessings, pleasure, and provision; and most of all she across at table: smiling, warmed, and glowing in fulfillment from the same.