Musing on casseroles.
Another dinner party last night.
Unbelievable.
Well, once I had a menu down I might as well give it another go. And since I am sooo behind in dinner parties, I am not going to reveal the menu.
Because I might spring it on you one upcoming festive weekend evening.
Last night, it was going so well, till I checked on the main dish.
I looked in and it (the casserole) wasn’t bubbling. So I set the timer to let it warm a bit more…and turned off the oven.
Of course I didn’t know that I turned off the oven until I looked in on my little casserole 20 minutes later and…
it looked dead. I killed it.
Hmm. Nothing like a dead casserole to stick a pin in a rollicking evening when your guests have been sitting around for hours.
I had a dilemma.
Crank the oven, join my guests and leave them wondering if we were ever going to eat.
Or fess-up.
I confessed.
And everyone laughed. hahahahahahahaha.
Call me red faced – – and watch me take another sip of wine.
I am sooo not the party hostess. But I had a great time.
Dinner Party 2 Lessons learned.
* I still freak out and do something stupid when entertaining.
* Honesty is best.
* And my apron grew a half and inch last night.
