I had my first dinner party Sunday night. I missed a Solstice Dinner at a friend’s house so I came up with the idea to invite her to a dinner. Since I need more space than my place has, C&K allowed me to take over their place. We ended up with 6 people total. I tried to elicit suggestions for food items and I found myself listing out the entire menu. That is when I figured out it was my dinner party and not something I was hosting with C&K. Since it was all mine, we had Gina type food.

The menu for the dinner was:
Rotisserie Chicken
Bread
Mac & Cheese
Green Bean Casserole
Tomatoes/cheese/spinach in a vinaigrette
Fried potatoes with Lipton Onion Soup mix

With the exception of the tomatoes, it even seemed to be following a color theme, white accented with brown.

Lately I noticed people listing the types of food they like: Indian, Thai, Sushi, *insert some other foreign food here*. With my food issues and restrictions, I don’t like most foreign food. I like basic American type food, but that isn’t really a type. Today I figured out how to list my type of food: Comfort Food, specifically Middle America Comfort Food.

Turns out, since it was my dinner, I couldn’t let anyone help me. I was surprised that I felt I needed to keep shooing people out of the kitchen. I wasn’t comfortable letting go of any of the preparation. I didn’t really cook anything, it was all at the level of prep cook. I am a good prep cook.

I don’t care to cook. I can. I will. I will even enjoy myself once in awhile. But it is like driving. If given the choice, I prefer being the passenger. I prefer no cooking.

Since I thought I made double the food needed, I was pleasantly surprised when there was little to no leftovers. I bought two chickens and there was one left and about a serving of green beans.

Good food, wonderful people. It was a success.