It's nearly 9, the wine is flowing, Tom Petty belts out "Running Down a Dream" as we make our way through my Dad's 400 some-odd CD's. And we are happy.
Updates... Kate finished the Thumbprint Chocolate Cookies with the addition of a little dash of Vietnamese cinnamon and a swirl of white chocolate added to the bittersweet. No worries as to the quality of these cookies considering the fact that she turned around and found a full row missing upon her return. The biscotti were drizzled with white chocolate and are waiting to be discovered by all... with the exception of Regina who has already polished off a few.
We anxiously await the cheese sticks...
The chicken thighs with mustard were a big hit. So big, Regina managed to POP a WHOOPEE cushion post-consumption. A woman of unmeasurable strength,she is!
There are many things to be said about this weekend, but I'll not the things that are proving most heart-warming. Everyone is engaged, lending a hand, and filling the house with laughter. A house in Montauk mid-February never smelled this good. My mom is posting responses to put antics and everyone is requesting that the Robertson Parental Units join us next year, though will be banned from cooking or cleaning and relegated to simply enjoying the hubbub and yummy chaos. That is assuming there is a next year, and considering the way it's going so far, there WILL be a next year!
Finally, selfishly, a grand thank you to the Food P folks who helped me get through the run today. It's not often that a host can pop out a nasty long run and know that her friends both don't hold it against her for ditching them and volunteer to put in a few miles in sub-30 temperatures with above 30 mph winds.
Ahhh... next course is served! Ham, mushroom salad, and wild rice!
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