The guests have gone and I can sit back and relax. I don’t mean that I had an awful time. Not at all! I mean that I had a great time and that I can look back and chalk it up as a successful evening. Good company, good food, a good time.
When people have no dislikes and can eat spicy food it makes it a pleasure to cook. But daunting at the same time as the scope is widened. What to cook? I opted for a chicken curry, made from scratch, of course. I like to mix my own spices and know that there are no preservatives. I also check the back of packets and the origin of food and if it is from China, I keep walking. There is no trust there. So the menu went something like this; cucumber and miso dip for starters, cheese and crackers, and spicy peanuts served beside, followed by the main dish of chicken masala curry with rice, and a side dish of coleslaw. Dessert was a yoghurt dessert with cardamom and saffron with pistachio nuts sprinkled on top.We doubled up on the desserts as bought cakes were added. We ate most of them too. Yum.
Why a curry? Well it can be made ahead of time; it lets you talk to people rather than running to the kitchen most of the night. Again I wanted to be part of the night rather than the person standing in the wings. In fact all the dishes could be made in advance. It gave me time to breathe.
The list of things to do was ticked off. All on the list was done, pretty rare for me. I usually compromise with one or two items, ones that I can get away with. No need this time. Talk about organized, another rare moment. Maybe this is the new me?
We attempted to sit outside but the rain came down and we had to dash inside. What a shame as the weather was nice and cool and the garden inviting. We continued on inside.
I like guests who help themselves and ask if they need more of something. It makes me feel more at home. I want people to have a good time but I don’t want to be running after them too much. I want to have fun too. I don’t want to be running ragged until the end of the night, without anything passing my lips. Poor hostess you may be thinking but that is the way it is.
Note: I need to cook more for next time.









