“The household duties of love are very much like our human existence itself: glorious and sparkling when you think of the big things – Creation and resurrection and the Vision of God; but handed to us from hour to hour, year to year, in muted plain forms.  This is the whole point about kitchens, and about households, and about families, and about ordinariness itself.  The splendid mysteries are there, acknowledged and celebrated in commonplace routines.  The supposition at work all the time is that these routines are like the tips of icebergs, say, or peepholes through which we may glimpse huge vistas of joy.”

Thomas Howard – Hallowed be this House