So, at 8:00 the night of the 14th, I called the O'Rodgers' residence,
"Hi, are you honoring that RSVP date for reals this year or can I still come?"
Today the hostess gave a little speech and presented awards to people who've been to all 15 parties. I believe I've been in attendance for 10 of those 15 years. I love that every year they make it multi-cultural and ask for food/drink from a heritage country or any other country, for that matter. I went with a heritage country for a change this year (Hungary) and made a paprika cheese spread accompanied by rye bread. Ghastly! I figured I was doing well, since I usually start whatever complicated recipe I'm making way too late and get the party on the late side with something that still needs 20 minutes to cool or 20 more minutes in the oven.
Menu: Portuguese beans, corned beef 'n cabbage, scones 'n clotted cream, guacamole chips, chocolate covered strawberries, Irish soda bread, Harp, vinho verde de Portugal, green lemonade, marinated mushrooms, cucumbers...conspicuously absent - the Portuguese lemon bread, the Italian meatballs, the M&Ms
From conversations: "What do you mean the McK------s aren't coming????!!!!" "How can she be in 1st grade already?" "Oh, cool you're here! I think I might need a designated driver..." "State champions..." "She took that elbow early in the game and played three quarters with a tampon stuck up her nose!" "Are you serious? The McK------s aren't coming?" "What's in this?" "What, no corned beef and cabbage?" "Would you be interested in tutoring high school students?" "NFW" "So on Monday, Senator O'Bama will claim Irish ancestry?" "Where the hell are the McK-------s?"
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