crossthreaded

I can’t cook to save my life. I like to eat, though, and I like to have other people over to my house to eat. We’ve had company over a lot in the last few days. My husband has done the cooking, and I’ve done the entertaining. We’ve made a good team.

I don’t entertain either, really. I guess that might not be the right word to use. It doesn’t really matter. I’m not in to decorating, parties, fine china, or wine glasses when people come over. I just want to have fun. We’ve had two different couples over in the last three days, and it’s been great.

Conversation and laughter make the evening fantastic. I talk a lot and smell the good things coming from the kitchen. I can hardly empty a bag of salad in a bowl without messing it up somehow. Friends are made during these few hours together, and it’s so awesome just to hear other voices in the house besides my own, my husband’s, and the dog’s (which mostly is growls and whimpers).

I think I’m just reflecting on good food and good people. I’m full and tired now. Then my mom comes to visit tomorrow!

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