Who doesn’t love a party?
Actually…me.
I’m an introvert and some parties (mostly the idea of a party) overwhelm me.
Last night we hosted a dinner party for 10 people.
My husband Jeff did the cooking. Weeks ago he tried a new crepe recipe with mushrooms, leeks, and asparagus. When we tried them, he said, “We could serve this to our friends.” We looked at the calendar and found an open Saturday. I texted our friends. His instructions were “fill our table.”
Each one asked what they could bring, so I doled out the appetizers, wine, and dessert. All I had to do was the salad and cleaning. In honesty, both of us worked hard on getting everything just right.
At some point in the afternoon, Janita left a gorgeous bougainvillea on our front porch. I hung it out on the back deck. The weather was a perfect 70 something, no rain. We decided to have the meal outside. I texted the group that dinner would be casual and outside.
After we ate, the mosquitoes forced us inside. Our friends from different slices of our life gathered and started telling stories. The party continued.
Maya Angelou wisely said, “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
I will forget what we served. I’ll forget the stories told. But I will never forget the feeling of comfort and joy with people I care about.
I think we may do this again…next year.
Reflections on the Teche 