There’s a woman I go to church with who is a recent convert and Vietnamese. I have been so touched to watch her bring her culture and history into ours and show us expressions of love and community in a way that she’s used to. She brings lunch of homemade summer rolls and passes it around Sunday school, a basket of hard boiled eggs and a shaker of salt she sends around the meetings of the women’s organization. You see all these WASPy Mormons, the older ladies in their smart little skirt suits, passing around a basket of eggs and not really knowing what in the heck to do with them but understanding the gesture and taking an egg. It’s a beautiful moment.
This friend also loves to get deals to share with us, so the other day she bought a gross of eggs and asked around for people to split the cost with her. I took two flats off her hands for $5. We made frittatas and custard and all kinds of baked goods and in every bite I felt a little more love from the generosity of this friend.