Incomperable Hospitality

I grew up in the country – we were nestled deep in the woods. My grandparents lived 13 hours away and made the trip to see us maybe twice in all of my growing up years. My dad had a shotgun above the door and any fella that was brave enough to venture out to our home rarely made a second trip. As a result, I didn’t really get to watch my mom ever entertain or serve anyone other than our family unit.

I love hosting events in our home and serving others, but honestly, I learned much of the art myself. I always wanted a home with a formal dining room table, one where I could lay out placemats and...