
This week we brought our Global Table to Keith's parents' house in southwest Oklahoma, where we ate with his mom, his aunt, and his uncle. His childhood home sits under the glinting autumn sun, surrounded by dusty golden grasses and emerald green wheat. There's a half mile (or more) in all directions between the house and any other structure, at least that's the way it seems to me. At night the stars act as streetlights. It's quite the retreat. Keith's mom was able to use some of her family … [Read more...]























