It’s a cookbook, yes; but more than that, it’s a story of people. It’s a story of homes from Brooklyn to Copenhagen to Portland, where people linger, laughing, over favorite meals. The Kinfolk Table is a song to warm kitchens everywhere, where the food is exquisite, where you are wholly present, and no one notices if the Christmas napkins are still in rotation (mine are). 

So, pause. Make this the year you live intentionally. Take an extra half an hour to make your favorite biscuit recipe. And then when they’re still warm, pull a book off the shelf, sit down, and breathe.

You might not have time for this.

In the end, you might have a flour-covered three-year-old, crumbs all over your shirt,  a sink full of dishes, unanswered emails, and clothes waiting in the dryer (not pictured).

But I’ll let you decide if it was worth it.