Since I can remember, my mom and dad have taken many turns hosting Gourmet Dinner Group in the upstairs dining room of their 1971 split-level home. When I was little, my mom would put me to bed, tuck me in, turn out the light, and go to her party upstairs. But... I couldn't resist those sounds... the warm voices laughing, telling stories... faux fur coats being taken and carefully brought to the master bedroom... forks lightly clanking on china... the muted undulating flow of beverages being poured... the smell of candles giving off their enchanting glows... and the hot, savory scents of the food. I would sit at the very bottom of the stairs (where no one could see me) for at least an hour and listen. A serene cozy comfort would descend and envelop me. I was in heaven. Secret, mischievous heaven.
Unfortunately, I did not inherit my mother's hostess skills. But I did inherit her zeal for serving others... especially food. Even more unfortunately (for my poor husband) I push off the Host responsibility onto my him every time I crave an audience for my cooking whims. There he is in the background facing off our friend Meredyth in an Iron Chef competition:
So, what better solution than to start a Food Blog? There's usually an audience for that sort of thing. People love food. And what a resurgence there has been of things homemade. I want to help! Ideas... recipes... But, I don't want to do this alone. So, longtime friend Stacy has agreed to give me an assist. She's really the cook in this relationship. Just looking at her food pics gave me that warm cozy feeling and made me want to have a food blog with her. So glad she's on board.
So, if you've happened by ... Welcome, Friend! Let's eat!!!
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