Well we are home again and the wee ‘uns are safely sleeping in their beds and all is right in the world. In short, we, my Sweetheart and our baby girls, and perhaps more importantly, our hosts survived our very first Christmas – Winter Solstice party.
My Sweetheart’s anxiety was running at a fever pitch while I was my usual blase self. So what if there were dogs at the party who are unfamiliar with small children intent on poking them in the eyes? So what if there was a real fireplace with real wood burning in the living-room? (a rare and special treat for us old country people). So what if the oven was on, hot dishes on the table, fine China plates and crystal glassware was everywhere? My attitude is, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” And it was.
In fact it was fabulous. Our hosts, the creative genius behind Imagining Better and her partner were very accommodating and welcoming. The food was spectacular and I enjoyed a delicious plate of it in spite of the guilt I carried for bringing the proverbial bag of Old Dutch potato chips and half full bottle of diet no-name Cola to the potluck. Eating when feeling is guilty is good though, it always makes you crave seconds. There was one dish, out of the many, that was particularly deelish, a “potato pie” – quiche like dish. I will endeavour to get the recipe and add it to this post.
At any rate, that is one more challenge we have successfully met; we have been out “after the baby girls’ bedtime” and lived to tell about it.