Showing posts with label dinner parties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dinner parties. Show all posts

Thursday, April 25, 2019

David Shuttleworth’s 20th anniversary party

We attended Dave’s business anniversary event http://www.sco-advisors.com/ last night in a sweet little 19th century restored cottage,  and the food was outstanding both in taste and presentation, so of course, I asked. . . http://party-panache.com/ Mini butter-puffs stuffed with turkey salad, toasted pecans and dried cranberries. . . Nutted Olives, Large queen olives surrounded with cream cheese, rolled in toasted pecans, served halved. . . Asparagus spears wrapped with prosciutto and boursin. . . Balsamic Rosemary Roast Beef Served with red onion confit and horseradish cream on baguette slices. . . Large chilled shrimp, served with seafood cocktail sauce . . . Assorted fresh fruit on skewers with dips . . . delicious finger desserts, especially dark chocolate brownies. . . .and many more delights. Needless to say, I didn’t fix dinner.

I’m working on lowering my cholesterol, but this event, plus a wonderful Easter box sent by our California sister Debbie, (with wonderful pretzels covered with icing) has certainly made it difficult.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

260th party for Robert Burns

Bobby Burns parties have been celebrated on January 25 since 1801, the 5th anniversary of his death.  So with the rest of the world last night we celebrated with Dave and Donna who have such a party each year.  With many others (I think we were a total of 17) we sat around their table and enjoyed a lovely dinner, telling stories, reading poetry and singing.  I got to wear my “new” kilt.


Tuesday, January 08, 2019

Another thrift shop find

I love "thrifting." This is one of my better finds. We're invited to a Robert Burns (Scottish poet) supper Jan. 25, and although I wasn't looking for a kilt, I found one in the women's section of Volunteers of America store on Henderson Rd. It's probably for a man or boy (rather skinny), and I'm hoping after resetting the buttons several inches, it will fit me. It isn't a Bruce tartan, but close--has some blue. But the price was right: 100% wool, made in Canada, $3.00.  New, these can cost upwards to $1,000 if you have one made to order.

kilt

Monday, December 10, 2018

Condo Christmas party

We had a wonderful Christmas party/progressive dinner with our neighbors last night. Such fun and delightful people.

Condo party Dec. 2018

Condo party Dec. 2018 2

Saturday, August 04, 2018

Neighborhood block party, August 3

Aug 3 party 2
Aug. 3 party
Aug 3 party 3
Aug 3 party 5
Aug 3 party 6
In August the home owners on our Lakeside street will get together for a pitch in dinner and games, and this year it was our turn.  We had everything set up (top 2 photos), and then it started to rain about 4:30, so we moved a few things inside.  By 5 the rain had stopped, but it was pretty hot, and many chose to stay in the air conditioning.  We had 20 people in our little house/yard/deck counting us (one neighbor brought their friends from Indianapolis who were visiting), and I served sweet/sour (meatball recipe) sloppy joes on buns, and the guests brought fruit plate, vegetable plate, chips, cookies and brownies—all finger food so we’d have minimal clean up. We broke up about 7:15 so everyone had time to get to Hoover to see Point of Grace, a trio of Christian women who had replaced the original program, Sandi Patty. https://www.thoughtco.com/point-of-grace-biography-709697

Monday, January 02, 2017

Begin the new year with good thoughts

 Image result for Happy New Year 2017

Good wishes for 2017.  I found this on the Facebook page of Noel McInnis, who went to Mt. Morris High School and also played trombone in the band (as I did).  We had a wonderful beginning for the New Year with an around the world tour in food and new year symbols from sauerkraut balls to noodles, with David and Donna members of our church.  They've recently moved to a mid-20th century ranch from their 2 story 19th century historical home.  Joyce and Bill, our "regular" Friday night date also were guests.

H - Hours of happy times with your dear ones
A - Abundant time for relaxation
P - Prosperity
P - Plenty of love when you need it the most
Y - Youthful excitement at life's simple pleasures

N - Nights of restful slumber
E - Everything you need
W - Wishing you love and light

Y - Years and years of good health
E - Enjoyment and mirth
A - Angels to watch over you
R - Remembrances of happy years

Monday, December 24, 2007


'Twas the day before Christmas
and all through our house
all of us were bustling
even my spouse.

Our children are adults now,
happy and busy
with final shopping, all
in a tizzy.

With potatoes and cole slaw,
cranberries, pork roast,
apple bacon stuffing,
dinner we'll host.

Silent Night, Joy to the World
the carols we'll sing
9 p.m. service to
Jesus our king.

I ponder all my blessings,
read each Christmas card,
and thank the good Lord as
I pray so hard

for all my loved ones who will
gather around our tree,
in two thousand and eight
happy will be.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

3820

Party Girl

Terrapin Station had this list of questions and I hadn't done one for awhile. It's all about parties.
    1) Would you rather be the host or the guest? I like both. "Party" isn't exactly what I do--maybe more of a "gathering." If I go to someone else's party, I get to meet new people. Last Saturday we went to a Kentucky Derby party--we all wore hats and dressed up, watched the race and enjoyed a fabulous meal with interesting people. I like to have "Whistle stop" parties--if you talk about weight, age, or health, I'll blow the whistle and stop you.

    2) When you are hosting, do you clean everything up the minute the guests go home? Usually. If it is really late, it can wait, but all the dishes are rinsed and in the kitchen. Right after the meal (if it's a dinner), I load the dishwasher and keep everyone out of the kitchen, but I can see and hear what's going on. The dining room is a bit tight for 6 or 8, so they really can't move, which helps my plan.

    3) If you had the wherewithal, and I guess I mean more than money, to throw a great theme party, what would the theme be? Doing something on a movie theme is fun. We went to one for my son-in-law's birthday--although I think for our age group we'd have to do an era, or specific stars. We rarely see movies anymore unless they are on TNT or AMC. The 70s were the pits for movies. 90s and 50s pretty good. 30s and 40s the best. If money were no object, I'd rent a spot and we'd have some sort of opening for an art show.

    4) What's the worst time you ever had at a party? This one's easy. The first party I attended as a married woman was my husband's office Christmas party. It was a small company and I knew most of the people. The host was so inebriated by the time we got there (and we're always on time) that he had wet his pants. He was so drunk, it didn't bother him either and he didn't change his clothes. It made the guests really uncomfortable. I think we left early.

    5) And to end on a brighter note, what was the best? I always tell people that my daughter's wedding was the best party. She was old enough (and independent enough) to do most of the planning herself, so I just had to show up, look pretty and enjoy myself. I got to see all my friends, dance, and eat good food. She was probably a frazzled wreck, but, hey, it's all about the mother-of-the-bride, right?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

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Dinner Party Plans

Today we're having two couples over for dinner and photos of my husband's trip to Haiti, Sharon and Eric and Joan and Jerry. Joan has also participated in medical mission trips to Honduras, so she's bringing her photos too. If they are on a disc, we've got a wee problem (my F drive is being fussy and our VCR isn't sophisticated enough or have the right gee-gaws to give us a slide show), but we'll find something. Either my laptop or theirs.

I'm of the "clean once, party twice" school of hostessing. Next Sunday we're having friends who know Martti and Riita (Finland) for dinner and photos of our trip to Finland last summer--Nancy and Bob, and Pam and Dave. Now, because of cat hair, I will have to push the vacuum around again before next Sunday, but I'm hoping I can keep the clutter under control, and not put away the good china.

Today's menu: Sweet sour meatballs, potato salad, fresh asparagus, tender crisp carrots with honey glaze, hot rolls, relish dish, sugar-free, fat-free lemon fluff pudding with fully-leaded St. Pat's shamrock iced cookies from Cheryl's Cookies. I'm thinking of adding a small dish of black beans and rice, just for the theme.

Next week's tentative menu: Boneless pork roast with orange-cranberry glaze, cole slaw, chunky applesauce (home made), probably carrots again, rolls, and maybe chocolate peanut butter pie (sugar free).

Sunday, May 07, 2006

2448 The Whistle Stop Pot Luck

This story is fiction; absolutely fabricated. It's wishful thinking; a fantasy. But it might just work in real life. An original story by Norma Bruce.

As I moved the dust around and spiffed up the bathrooms and mirrors in preparation for our dinner guests, my husband looked at the list of errands I'd left on the counter.

"What's this item for the party supply store?"

"Whistles."

"Why do we need whistles for a dinner party?" he asked.

"Because of our age."

"Our age? What's that got to do with anything?" he said.

"Everyone will receive a small whistle on a loop of ribbon to wear around their neck. When anyone starts to talk about the three forbidden topics, the listener blasts on the whistle to put a stop to it."

"What three topics?"

"Age. Health. Weight. Any sentence or phrase or story that mentions your age or health problems or weight."

"I don't tell people my age," he said.

"Maybe not in so many words, but these are the tips to blowing the whistle on age topics.

"At my age. . ., "

"It must be my age, but. . ., "

"I must be getting old, because. . ."

Then there are subcategories. You also can't tell any story that your spouse has heard 3 times in the past year, because that just screams you're losing it."

His face turned grey. "You mean I can't tell anyone about my wonderful grandfather or your terrific mother?"

"Exactly. We've lived here for almost 40 years. There isn't a person in central Ohio who hasn't heard about Biggie or Olive. So if I hear you starting on those dear people, I'll put the whistle to my lips."

"And no operations? Not even my rotator cuff? No emergency room visits?" he whined.

"Nope. You'll get a tweet, or will have to blast the others if they start in on an organ concert," I said.

"Well," he said, "I do OK on weight, don't I? I'm not overweight and I teach an exercise class."

"Yes, but your weight encourages others to talk about theirs, so if you hear, 'How do you stay in such good shape,' you'll just have to blast 'em. Don't even think of it as a compliment--it's a lead in for them to tell you about their sluggish metabolism, their beer belly, bad knees or when they gave up smoking."

"But honey," he said quietly, "what's left to talk about if we blow the whistle on weight, age and health."

"There's always religion and politics. These days, I think I'd prefer that to calories, class reunions and colonoscopies. Then there is literature, music, theater, movies, concerts, decorating, global warming, the war, business, China, garage sales, fashion, gardening, IPOs, energy prices, sailing, technology, travel, art, and volunteer activities to name just a few. If you're absolutely desperate, I suppose you could talk about sports or grandchildren--but I'd keep those low on the list since they tend to be gender specific."

"It might work," he sighed. "Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks."

"TWEET!"