I’m doing it again. I’m planning a party that starts out with me as Holly Golightly, in a cocktail dress breezing through a room full of guests without a care in the world while minions do my bidding, and ends with me as Alice from The Brady Bunch with four of 10 fingers burned beyond fingerprint identification, a grease stain on the boob of my silk party shirt, trying to pass off frozen rumaki as a nouveau delicacy.
Every time I have a party, I begin by planning to have it catered and hired out from start to finish. And then I chip away at the wonderfulness until I am MacGyvering the whole shindig myself. Each party starts out as a unique lark with a different theme and food no one has experienced before. Each party ends up being pretty much identical to the one before it. Because, let’s face it: There’s only so much one woman can do by herself, sans caterer and without a degree in culinary presentation. Also I suspect a lot of people just come for my deviled eggs. [Read more…] about Glutton for Holiday Party Punishment