Dishes were being prepared, lights were being strung and candles lit.
In a tiny kitchen off the dining room eager cooks and taste testers are packed as full as the oven brimming with food. In all our finery we bustle.
“Hoers-devours? Cheese?” “Most certainly, good sir!”
The friends and food continue to arrive as last (45) minute(s) preparations are finished. Our dinner is quite fashionably late. The first course, spinach salad and mozzarella green beans, is served no earlier than . We fill our glasses, pint jars, mugs, etc. with sparkling grape juices and off brand soda. The food continues to appear in dizzying array, chicken, sweet potato fries, rice, mashed potatoes, more chicken! Until finally with cleanly scraped plates we sit back.
Such romance and charm!
And such fancy!
And after our small pleasant play of elegance we clean up, nibbling on delicious slices of lemon meringue and cheesecake. Or scarfing with gusto in some cases. The evening dissolves into a happy ending of sleepy goofiness and goodbyes.
Fancy Feast 2014: Success!