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Who: Ema Sepp (PETER PUMPKIN EATER), Mr and Mrs Sepp, Rita Kozlow (YOUNGEST BILLY GOAT), Jess Winters (SLEEPING BEAUTY), Shelley Peterson (PETER'S WIFE), Skip Blumstein (WOOD PIG), Jacob Anser (MOTHER GOOSE). Anyone else I'm forgetting? Also, PIGLANDERS AND NAPOLEON who are crashing.
What: Ema's parents are visiting New York City, so of course she cooks a crapload of food and invites everyone important to her.
Where: Ema and Rita's apartment, the Pentamerone.
When: Pre-dated to Saturday evening!
Rating: God, probably pretty bad.
"Mama! Stay inside, don't even think of coming out yet!" Ema shouted in a crude mix of Croatian and Montenegrin, and turned back to the small stove that seemed to be screaming, overladen with pots and sauté pans. Biting down on her thumbnail, the girl watched the clock on the wall. Shouldn't people be here by now? she worried. There was too much food already for no one to show up. It would all be cold! And that would just NOT DO. Ema had totally done a 180 on the apartment - to Rita's eventual disgruntled looks, of course - and instead of the table that usually occupied the kitchen space, there sat an assortment of chairs, TV trays, and pillows scattered on the floor.
Vinko Sepp sat on the rather sad looking couch, pouring a butter-lime sauce on top of chicken croquettes. Ema beamed back at him, speaking rapidly. "You are going to love everyone, Papa! Shelley is beautiful and Rita is the best friend I could ask for. And," - pause for furious flushing - "Skip is going to be here also." Ema giggled to herself, stirring a rumbling pot of soup, the only thing left to cook. Every other available surface seemed to be laden with dishes. Anything the tongue could want for was there: grilled cheese filled with bacon and swiss, creme filled cakes with spun sugar adorning the top, small mincemeat pies, sweet potato wedges, raviolis, ricottas, beef tips, vegetarian lasagna, spicy noodles, crab wantons covered in cream sauce, and much, much more.
Pouring the last soup into a tureen, Ema let out a sigh of relief. And, of course, then there were a few loud raps on the door. Smoothing down her hair and the patterned skirt of her dress, Ema walked over to the door, smile lighting up her face, and turned the knob.