I've decided that all dinners should be important and, quite possibly, all fall/winter dinners should be candlelit. It's the end of the day, an opportunity to share about what happened, your hopes, your dreams, share food and feel warm, full and cozy. Or at least tired and not feel like washing dishes, like me.
But if you take the time to make something like black bean and sweet potato enchiladas and salad with tomato, apples and walnuts, it deserves candlelight and it will make any dinner special.
I hate the fact that I have to change the radio stations that keep playing the song “Same Love” by Macklemore. What bothers me most is that these seemingly natural lines are sung along to by people bopping their heads in their cars… as if they were universal and obvious truths:
