love love love.
(nyc)
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
feeding souls
i sometimes do this for fun:
i've always loved cooking, entertaining and having people over. some of my earliest memories center around the huge dinner parties that my parents would throw, when my mom would wear her special long dresses.
i love the creativity of imagining dishes, pulling them together and serving them to the hungry hungry hippos. it genuinely makes me happy to feed my friends, which is why i started helping friends and then even friends of friends with their parties. i've done dinners for 10 and dinners for 150. give me a credit card and a kitchen, and i will help you get everyone fat, drunk and happy. food nourishes our bodies, but the act of getting together in festivity nourishes our souls as well. a good dinner party does that.
which is why it bothers me when people are dismissive and look right through me. i don't do events full-time, this is not my regular job, and even if it was, why should that mean you lose your manners? i do this because i enjoy it, and i'm actually here as a friend of the host because they don't know how to do everything and need help. but i often get mistaken for "the help" and it's interesting how people's true natures come out. i see the social climbers, the arrogant schmoozers, and the too-cool-for-school posers with the "fancy" job titles. in a different setting, these are the same types that want to network with me because i went to the "right" schools and know the "right" people. really?
but then there are the special ones. the ones who look you in the eye, say thank you and ask questions. i appreciate them the most because they are why i do what i do. i'm there to make sure you eat, drink and be merry.
so my hats off to you, humble partiers. i'll toast to you because your appreciation makes the world a brighter place, and there will always be a place for you at my dinner table.
bon apetit and cheers!
(nyc)
i've always loved cooking, entertaining and having people over. some of my earliest memories center around the huge dinner parties that my parents would throw, when my mom would wear her special long dresses.
i love the creativity of imagining dishes, pulling them together and serving them to the hungry hungry hippos. it genuinely makes me happy to feed my friends, which is why i started helping friends and then even friends of friends with their parties. i've done dinners for 10 and dinners for 150. give me a credit card and a kitchen, and i will help you get everyone fat, drunk and happy. food nourishes our bodies, but the act of getting together in festivity nourishes our souls as well. a good dinner party does that.
which is why it bothers me when people are dismissive and look right through me. i don't do events full-time, this is not my regular job, and even if it was, why should that mean you lose your manners? i do this because i enjoy it, and i'm actually here as a friend of the host because they don't know how to do everything and need help. but i often get mistaken for "the help" and it's interesting how people's true natures come out. i see the social climbers, the arrogant schmoozers, and the too-cool-for-school posers with the "fancy" job titles. in a different setting, these are the same types that want to network with me because i went to the "right" schools and know the "right" people. really?
but then there are the special ones. the ones who look you in the eye, say thank you and ask questions. i appreciate them the most because they are why i do what i do. i'm there to make sure you eat, drink and be merry.
so my hats off to you, humble partiers. i'll toast to you because your appreciation makes the world a brighter place, and there will always be a place for you at my dinner table.
bon apetit and cheers!
(nyc)
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
um yeah, i said that.
in my defense, i've been sick and coughing up phlegm all week...
my lovely sister posts this up to facebook with the caption "my sister, the genius. hahaha...."
;D
(nyc)
my lovely sister posts this up to facebook with the caption "my sister, the genius. hahaha...."
;D
(nyc)
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