If you are invited to our house for dinner, a typical meal would be pizza that was delivered, a veggie platter maybe a salad and all this would be served on paper plates and plastic ware.
The reason behind this is because I want to enjoy having people over and not get hung up on the other stuff like cooking and cleaning. I love hanging folks over. Pizza is a meal enjoyed by most… and it is a no fuss… no non-science dinner. It is a relaxed thing. It isn’t that I don’t think YOU aren’t worth the effort… of a home cooked meal… You are just more important to me to hang with!
We had company last night. I made a meal. WOW! Even I was surprised, and then I began to think should I really used paper ware?
Well because it really is a Reema trademark… I did. Well nobody had any issues, cutting and eating the chicken and other food… except my dear hubby!
Then the issue of what do I do with the plastic cutlery? Well if I REALLY like your company, I will throw them out, so I can just relax with you. I have been know to throw them in the dishwasher, too… Save the Earth and all!!!!
One day soon, after I go out and but matching cutlery, I am going to have a real dinner party, with plates and the whole bit!
Dinner was awesome! The 8 children running through a home of hardwood floors and many stairs with 'socks on', armed with guns, pool cues, and glue guns ended surprising with no war wounds. However, the after dinner entertainment was top notch. 3 very highly technically educated gurus' attempting to conquer the non cooperative remote control to the tv in the bedroom. Laying on the bed chatting up a storm are the girl friends. Clarification, not the mens girlfriends, girl…friends. The odd time one of the gals is attempting to throw out the odd "helpful" tidbit. I can tell by the look on one the guys face that if he had spent a little more time with Stella, he would have thrown her out the open window. Which is open in -20 weather because someone is having a 'mature moment'. That same guy is ready to throw her out the window too as he feels her husband obviously pays the heating bills. It is one of those memorable times in a girls life where you are sitting real close, with your arms around each other, sharing your funny stories, and you laugh, laugh till you snort, laugh till it starts to tug on the tummy muscles. It was one of those nights that you want to call up a friend and tell them about the bedroom conversations, but you cant. They are totally inappropriate, and the kind that make you laugh everytime you think of it. Girlfriends..comforting, trustwothy… blessed. Last one for you sweety from the two H______. xoxoxo
Ps There has been an inquiry as to whether Enstein got the TV going? (his words, not mine)