This will be the first in a new ongoing series entitled “Getting with the Post-Nuptial Program”. Basically it will chronicle all things with a domestication distinction, or that pertain in any way to my many married musings. So here we go!
HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTESS
So last Saturday we finally hosted my whole side of the fam jam for a dinner party, this comprised of about 25 people, a MORE than sizeable amount. Now we’ve had parties since we’ve been in our house, but none that involved me actually having to cook a meal (it’s all about the apps ~ that’s appetizers to the cool kids by the way). Even when we hosted the surprise shindig for Rob’s parents’ 60th birthdays, we catered because it would have been too much to handle otherwise. Well this time, we attempted to “handle” it. A scary thought to be sure. The most I’d ever cooked for at a time was a group of 6. This was like quadrupling that! Well it was EXACTLY like quadrupling that actually.
Anyhoo, it was about time we had my whole side over, especially to really see our humble abode and as a belated thank you for everyone’s help and support during the whole wedding process. And in a way it’s a rite of married-all growns up-womanly passage having the whole fam jam over and cooking up a storm. Now unfortunately our barbeque is not properly hooked up, so we had to cook, like REAL food. Or rather, I had to cook said real food - though Rob was right there by my side acting as sous-chef (not to mention husband) extraordinaire. In the end it was a lesson in time management, proper kitchen attire, keeping calm, and battle wounds. Alas, I was too busy running around like a chicken with its head cut off to photograph said momentous occasion of my married domesticity. Next time!
By the by, the battle wounds comment refers to the lovely oven burn I inflicted on my left forearm, destined to scar. As Rob so affectionately and chauvinistically coined, “the mark of a proper wife”.
Yup.
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