Do you ever have that gnawing feeling that something is missing, but oookaaay refill my glass? Good morning! My turn to host the Christmas meal was not an epic fail, but I forgot to put out one of the main dishes. I’ll blame stress, and the person who arrived early with champagne. One sip and I don’t know or care about anything.
In the days leading up to the soirée, Thing 1 cleaned in the way her OCD allows: taking everything apart then moving on to the next without putting back the previous. Down to the wire, like in the Seuss book, all was washed and in place. That book was about OCD, in my opinion.
My middle child, Thing 2, who lurvs cooking, flew in from NY a few days before and worked remotely from home. After quitting time she shopped for ingredients, sometimes with help. She did most of the cheffing and fed the carnivores well.
I don’t cook if I can help it. I sous-chef-ed (new word,) while seated. (Back-pain/unsuccessful surgery.) Washing and chopping ingredients so the real chef can put it together and take the glory… it’s tragic. I see you sous-chefs. 😭
Thing 3 timed his visits well. “How can I help? Oh, did I miss all the work?”
People seemed to enjoy the sparse menu, despite the missing the farro salad that I made. It is delicious, by the way. My biggest regret in hosting is that I allowed the planning phase to cause me so much stress, and that I forgot to give guests their hostess gifts. I am not pleasant under stress.
After the guests left and the cleaning wound up, I needed my bed. The next morning (yesterday) Thing 2 flew home. Her entire visit was remote work, dinner prep, help hosting, and clean-up crew. (See how I didn’t mention Thing 1 & 3 arguing.) I feel cheated of her company and blame myself for not embracing the hostess bullshit with a burst of sunshine.
Anyway I saw this today:
And I thought, that’s a lot of words for “shut up and listen, you might learn something.”
Perhaps the hosting stress has not completely left my system. I’m old enough, or should I say young enough, to remember when I wasn’t quite so bitter. I once enjoyed throwing parties.