Yesterday I hosted the Friday Feast party. What this involved was a bunch of people I barely know invading my place and giving me food. I have no problem with this.
Really, it was a pot-luck supper. I made a cake. And not from scratch, baby. Pure prepackaged garbage from Duncan Hines. I think it went well, and it was eaten.
Other people brought food that was also devoured. I think the pork dumplings were the best. Thankfully, as host, I get to keep stray leftovers. So I have cake and dumplings at my disposal. It doesn’t always work out though, I also have a new box of ice cream. I haven’t even finished the last ice cream I got in August. (I think maybe it’s time and I should let it go.)
I went into host mode, which means that I don’t get to relax. I must make sure everyone is having a good time. What can I say, I like to keep busy. Keeps me from having to provide the sparkling entertainment. And I’m most happy when the people around me are happy.
It was pointed out that Canadians have an interesting habit; We tend to congregate in kitchens. At parties other cultures will go off to designated socializing areas, such as living rooms, whereas we talk and drink around the person doing the cooking. I suppose it is more polite so that the host doesn’t get left alone.
I like throwing parties.