So, we had a dinner party last night. Just grown-ups, no kids. This is the first adult-only dinner party we’ve had in THIRTEEN YEARS. Crazy.
We paid our kids $10 each to hang out in the TV room and chill while we were entertaining our guests. This was an inspired idea which totally worked.
As for the dinner, on the whole, things went well. We made a pepper-glazed goat cheese gratin for an appetizer, then had short ribs with wine and cream, green beans gremolata, and roasted potatoes for dinner. For dessert, cookies from the best bakery in Berkeley.
We’re a little rusty on the dinner party front, so I would make some changes next time. The party got a little wild, so I think I would keep things a little more sedate. One idea I’m kind of excited about for my next dinner party is to ask guests to come ready to share their best story. Kind of like The Moth. (If you are a friend of mine and you are reading this, let me know if you want to be invited to that one!)
Anyway, as I was setting up the bar, I had a moment when I realized that lots of my alcohol has been imported (by me!) from other states or countries. I’ve got several bottles of tequila from Mexico, bourbon from Kentucky, handcrafted bitters from Atlanta, and whiskey from Oregon.
Every time I look at the bottles – and of course when I drink what’s inside – I remember my trips to those places. I never thought about the “bar as souvenir” concept before, but I like it a lot.
How about you? Anyone else have a bar full of trip memories? And has anyone thrown an awesome dinner party recently? I’d love to hear about it!