The other night we had friends around for dinner.
I know this doesn’t sound particularly exciting, other people do it all the time don’t they? Weirdos. But for us, this is epic!
First of all, we don’t do the evenings. Ever really. The other day a friend asked me how my car’s headlights were at night and I said ‘I have no idea, and I’m never likely to find out’. I am tucked up where I should be at night, as is my car.
The other thing is hosting (and cooking), that comes so very easily to some, is alien and stressful to me.
So, the best you gonna get is take aways.
It was Thai last night. Graciously and gratefully received. They are good friends. My good friends have low expectations of me luckily.
If I had attempted to feed them something I had actually cooked, they may not have been as gracious.
My lovely man, as always, such a big help. He is a delight. Doesn’t judge, just collects the take aways, heats up the take aways and gets drinks out. Bless him! Love him the most.
Part of the drinks process is filling up the ice bucket with ice for the drinks tray.
Well! Who would have thought how much excitement this would engender?
Is that an Oude Meester ice bucket my friend cried out suddenly. An original one? If it’s an original one your ice will still be OK in there for three days. The new ones are crap, but this looks like a winner!
We discussed this at some length. Oohing and aaahing.
This is what happens when you get past your 50’s people. Just wait.