Seasonal Traditions

Every year, usually around the end of August, I get an invitation to Brian’s bonfire.

The event started as just a few friends gathering in his back yard, with his dad’s hot sausage and his mom’s add-ins on the menu. 

Over the years, the event has evolved — and now there is an air of expectancy for those fortunate enough to acquire an invite. Last year,  the crowd grew so large Brian had to put a cap on the number of attendees. I slipped in just in time as one of the chosen guests. 

Each fall as the date approaches, I think maybe the stars will align and my schedule will free up. You can imagine October in my world: tailgates, weddings and fall parties always take precedence — and I am generally not the guest!

But last year’s party was different. The date for the event magically opened on my calendar, and I counted down the days until I could attend it. For me, even the word bonfire conjures up an image of sitting fireside while embers dance against the darkening sky. I wasn’t disappointed. The event’s food was abundant, and the conversations were delicious.

I sat beside a bonfire “regular” who traveled through Tuscany and is now recreating authentic pastas with his grown children. I listened intently as he relayed the culinary traditions in that region of Italy. My husband, Stanley, was deeply involved in another conversation; he’s learning how to craft beer and chatted on to other guests in the deepening twilight. 

This year’s invite happened to show up last week. I looked at Stanley; Maybe it’s time we start a new tradition, I told him. I quickly RSVP’d yes to the party without even checking my schedule. 

Thanks, Brian, for the gift you give your guests with every bonfire. Tell your mom I will be bringing our fall favorite butternut squash ravioli this year!