I’m happy to say that Sunday’s fancy little dinner party was a success! But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely stressing the hours leading up to it.
I’d planned out a full three-course meal with appetizers (shrimp and bruschetta), a main dish (white rice with corn and lemon chicken), and dessert (a choice between crumb cupcakes or mango sorbet with strawberries or raspberries). And, of course, there were several side dishes (salad, mashed potatoes and steamed carrots). I was running around the apartment like a headless chicken trying to get everything done before my friends arrived. I should’ve known better than to take on so much, but I wanted my first dinner party to be perfect.
In the end, other side dishes were left out and there were already so many options that we even forgot to eat some of the things I made! (Hellooo, leftovers!) I held my breath as they tasted the food and silently prayed they couldn’t get food poisoning, but one by one they gave their approval and the dish I was most concerned about—the chicken—actually turned out pretty good! I surprised even myself that I was able to pull it all off.
We spent the rest of the night drinking cocktails, talking about boys and having a great time with our bellies full. As the girls left, they each said the party was great and that we should do it again. Sounds like plan, only I think I’ll opt for a potluck the next time around.