I don't know if there is much worse (okay, there IS much worse - but let's keep this relevant, 'k?) than slaving for hours on a dinner menu to have it turn out totally MEH. Especially when you are also trying to clean the house to a level that requires heavy equipment and months of prep work in less than half a day. It cannot be done, peoples.
My Girlz Night group now meets, maybe, on a seasonal basis. One woman now has two homes - one on Cape Cod, where I secretly think she'd rather be - and one woman works full time, as I do, but her work entails driving from Monday to Thursday. Plus, she has a real social life. Anyhoo, somewhere in the process of our getting together, we all now try to outdo each other with the scope, quality and fanciness of our dinner. This is, in a word, ridiculous. I take the whole day off because I am cooking up a complicated storm, trying to whip my house into order (neither women have pets, although one has knick-knacks) and then appear at the appointed hour, martini glasses frosted, not a hair out of place, in something casual but classy.
Not surprisingly, it never happens that way. The menu was this:
Almond Flour Crackers
Red Lentil Hummus
Tomato Ricotta Pie in a Brown Rice Crust
Orange/Avocado Salad on Arugula with a Balsamic Glaze
Autumn Apple Cake
What was edible? Not much. The flatbread and crackers were good. The hummus was watery. The Tomato pie was supremely MEH and did not set properly. The salad was good. The cake was medium MEH.
And it took HOURS. Okay, given I was also stressed out over Juno and the gopher-sized balls of fur that kept wafting across the dining room floor - all of which could have added to the looming disaster. Instead of finding me cool, calm, wine glass in hand, they found me sweaty and apologetic. It was wrong!
From now on - I will be the Queen of Crappy Entertaining. The Salome of Sloppiness. The Eve of Ease. I will plan an easy meal, based on what's at hand (although, in my defense, everything I made was with what was at hand). I will not apologize for dust gophers. I will not dress up. I will have a good time. Barring sick sheep and dead ducks.