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I hosted my annual dinner party this past Saturday. It's the sixth year I've done it, and you'd think that by now I would have learned not to undertake so much, but apparently that concept hasn't sunk in.
This was actually a much more low-key menu for me, featuring burgers and brats instead of last year's honey-maple glazed salmon. The day went pretty smoothly; my friend Lisa came over three hours before the
party and helped with food preparation, as she does pretty much every year. Everything was ready to go before 4 p.m., which is when the festivities officially started. Of course, no one else (aside from
Jason, who arrived at 2:45 to watch the Notre Dame game) showed up until about quarter to five. Guess I needn't have hurried...
As always, there was a boatload of food, and it mostly went over well. Not a ton of enthusiasm for the homemade clam chowder, but I probably should have expected that. At least daisan took some home with her.
My biggest disappointment, though, was the hamburgers, which rather strongly resembled charcoal briquettes when Tom finished grilling them. Glad I opted for a bratwurst...
The kitchen was trashed by the end of the night, but Josh, Steph, and Jason stuck around and helped clean up, which I really appreciated.
Having five kids at the party, aged four and younger, was quite an adventure, but we managed. Unfortunately, my garage-door opener, which was hanging on a hook next to the front door, has disappeared. I have a feeling that little hands absconded with it. I'm hoping it turns up eventually.
This was actually a much more low-key menu for me, featuring burgers and brats instead of last year's honey-maple glazed salmon. The day went pretty smoothly; my friend Lisa came over three hours before the
party and helped with food preparation, as she does pretty much every year. Everything was ready to go before 4 p.m., which is when the festivities officially started. Of course, no one else (aside from
Jason, who arrived at 2:45 to watch the Notre Dame game) showed up until about quarter to five. Guess I needn't have hurried...
As always, there was a boatload of food, and it mostly went over well. Not a ton of enthusiasm for the homemade clam chowder, but I probably should have expected that. At least daisan took some home with her.
My biggest disappointment, though, was the hamburgers, which rather strongly resembled charcoal briquettes when Tom finished grilling them. Glad I opted for a bratwurst...
The kitchen was trashed by the end of the night, but Josh, Steph, and Jason stuck around and helped clean up, which I really appreciated.
Having five kids at the party, aged four and younger, was quite an adventure, but we managed. Unfortunately, my garage-door opener, which was hanging on a hook next to the front door, has disappeared. I have a feeling that little hands absconded with it. I'm hoping it turns up eventually.