Grownups with no children were coming to dinner. I contemplated having our usual family-style meal with all ten of us crammed around the dining room table and the children complaining about what I made and then using their fingers to dip their veggies in ketchup and draw pictures on their plates.
And then I decided to make pizza for the kids and throw them in the basement with a movie.
(The basement is finished and that’s where the family room and our only TV is. And the kids seemed to like the idea.)
So the friends came – friends we last saw in the spring of 2002 (three kids ago). The kids shook hands, grabbed their pizza, and went off.
Mary stayed upstairs, but we gave her some pizza and she did her best to look cute and keep herself amused.
Wine was poured. Adult conversations ensued.
The veggies were being lightly sauteed and the crab cakes had but a few more minutes in the skillet when one guest excused herself to use the bathroom.
She found Mary.
In the sink.
With the water running and nearly at the brim.
Brushing her teeth (with her sister’s toothbrush).
(Photo taken after I had drained the water, removed her shirt and then thought about the camera. And I’m just noticing that the date on my camera is off.)
Dinner was great – effortlessly fabulous, thanks to this great cookbook
(notice that the book only has 5 star reviews).
But the entertainment? That’s what they’ll remember the most.