A young couple invited us to dinner. Their spotless house looked like any small rambler in America, but it had no furniture at all: only roll-up mats. During dinner the mom and the kids sat nearby, and waited on the husband and the male guests. Most of the meal came from the little clay pot. Throughout the evening they added different items -- first exotic vegetables, then meat, and finally fish. Each time we dipped into the pot we got a different dish, richer and more complex than the last. One pot, five-course meal, living small.