Dear friend,
It has been so long. Calendars filled, group chats went quiet, and somehow we stopped breaking bread together — the way we used to. A few candles, and the easy stretch of a long dinner.
I am organising a private soirée. A small one. Eight, perhaps ten of us; I am a chef who cooks because I want to, a room that fits us comfortably, a menu curated by the seasons. Phones face down by quiet agreement. Conversation that runs past dessert.
You will not find it advertised. It is the kind of evening passed along by word of mouth, between the few who still bother to make the time. Should you wish to join, the door is open.
With sincere warmth,
the host