I am preparing my house for a visit from 6-8 people I've never met before. In advance of this visitation, or swarm, or whatever I might call it, I need to clean out my fridge. Anyone want to come by for a dinner of:
- Broccoli
- Squash casserole
- Brussels sprouts
- Pork tenderloin
- Mini quiches--that can be our appetizer
- Cheese (yes, it can be frozen--maybe we can put it into broccoli au gratin)
- Stuff made with cornmeal (I have an excessive amount; it's a long story)
Strange, non? It would make a fine, well-balanced meal. Or if not, at least it's free, right?
So, I am opening my home to people I don't know, and instead of being concerned they will rob me or kill me in my sleep, I'm worried I won't have enough room in my fridge to accommodate them. I love being Southern: you can be a liberal feminist, and still worry what you're going to feed strangers before they smother you in your sleep.
Kidding, really. And for those who are concerned for my physical well-being, these people come from a group who are known to be the salt of the earth.
2 comments:
salt of the earth?
who has the tequila?
My wife won't be feeding me for the next two months. Now that I know you are a wonderful hostess, I will be coming to your house for supper twice a week through April 15th. I hope you enjoy my company. And if you don't, tough luck. Southern hospitality is a wonderful thing.
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