Last night, my roommates and I hosted a little anti-February-doldrums, pre-Lent party. That was the excuse (as if one was needed) to put on our aprons, whip up some goodness, and invite people over. As it turned out, a few old friends ended up coming into town, and it was great to have an occasion to catch up.
My contributions included a pumpkin pie (not seasonal, but made with a specific person in mind), and a hot chocolate bar. I made a pot of cocoa on the stove, and set out a variety of syrups and other additions (for the adults, ahem). The idea backfired a little bit, as it ended up being a balmy 40 yesterday, but I think it was a hit anyway.
I was a little surprised that a few people brought hostess gifts – I think I’m too recently out of college parties, where showing up with your own beer is about as generous as it gets. Last night, we ended up with a lovely bouquet of flowers, a potted hyacinth plant, and a tin of olive oil. It sounds random, unless I explain that it was brought by a proudly Italian friend to whom I happened to have mentioned that I was out of olive oil. Oh, it still sounds random? In any case, I now have three liters. I may have to get creative with this stuff.
It’s sitting on the counter, next to my Valentine’s rose from another Italian (note the label on the wine/vase). In my mind, a party is a success if you can find yourself cheerfully loading up the dishwasher at 2 AM, and this one didn’t disappoint!