Lauren, at kidchamp, put up this photo of her Rapture soiree. I found it so evocative of all the good dinner parties I’ve been to, or thrown, over the years. Granted my horizon was suburban, but I think the captured moment with friends as night falls may be universal. Everyone’s well fed, under the influence of a little alcohol, and the conversation pauses, comfortably. There’s a vista, of one sort or another, perhaps only of your children’s heads bowed over a computer in the corner.
I remember a Sidecar phase. The instigator used a vintage measure, printed in 1950s script with the proportions of Cointreau to cognac. Never hurts, when seeking festivity, to follow the squeal of a juicer.
Sometimes everyone crowded into the kitchen, smelling of lemon and sugar. The cook would have to push us out of her way as she checked ovens and stovetop pots. Some dish or other often took longer than expected but I can’t remember that we minded very much. One can always eat olives, waiting, and lick the salt from one’s fingers.
Here’s to festivities. Enjoy your friends and have a wonderful weekend.
Image: George, who has a Flickr page here.