"Who practices hospitality entertains God himself'
|Prime Roast from Orchard's Fresh Market in Whittier|
Was it the food? Close. It was the guests we shared our home with, John and Trisha Bowler.
|Blanched green beans kick up the quality of 3 bean salad|
Our TV is large, but the family room is small. To make viewing equally enjoyable for 4 adults and 2 Chihuahuas - the recliners and love seat were scootched and a footstool brought in.
Being as casual an event as can be served this side of a pajama kidnapping- the emphasis was on ease of self serve.
A bar sink filled with ice kept the Asti Spumante, beer and soda cold.
The appetizers were set on the dining table. Never know when a dog will forget its manners- hence the chairs were escorted to where their potential function of doggy-ladder would not become an issue.
The main course covered the center island.
The desserts were on a sideboard.
My heart goes out to Christina Aguilera on her forgetting (oops) the words to our National Anthem. I would rather write about the totally awesome red and diamond high healed shoes that changed an all black outfit from funereal to party-time.
Alas, perhaps the good which will come from this mishap is future artists will come to treat their performance of the Star Spangled Banner with more reverence than if it were the musical equivalent of a cross stitch sampler. This music is as sacred as can be without church ownership. This song is not about the singer- let go of the narcissism which is a hazard of performance related profession. Just sing it plain and simple. With heart and conviction. Think Whitney Houston and Faith Hill.
The Black Eyed Peas performance at half time: it made leaving the room to catch a breath much easier. What were the event planners thinking? Perhaps they decided their is life on Mars and they wanted to capture it. Not only don't I not get it- I don't care to get it. You?