Standing alone in the sanctuary's heart, the kitchen, where the buzz of communal life usually hummed, I found a rare moment of solitude.
It was in this quiet that I began to lay the groundwork for tonight's feast, a gesture of welcome and unity for those we had just brought into our fold.
The menu unfolded in my mind, a tapestry of flavours and warmth I hoped would convey a sense of belonging.
Roasted Fennel, Burrata, and Crispy Parma Ham Bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, and cauliflower cheese for starters; a main course of butter chicken curry, a hearty chili, skewers of various meats, and for dessert, a simple yet refreshing assortment of fresh fruits.
Each dish was chosen not just for its taste but for what it symbolized—a fusion of traditions and the nurturing of new bonds.
As the sanctuary's hues deepened with the setting sun's embrace, I found myself drawn towards the heart of our sustenance—the gardens.
