We’ve invited folks over Friday night to watch Julie Taymor’s version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. I don’t know anyone among the yes RSVPs or the Maybe RSVPs who doesn’t carefully think about food. Granted, that’s probably true of any group of 30-50 somethings in our society. No big shock.
Part of hosting a gathering is being conscious of people’s needs.
Part of hosting a gathering is providing dessert. It just is.
Part of being a guest is enjoying what the host has provided.
Part of being conscious of health is not just eating something because it’s there.
Part of being a not patronizing condescending person is allowing people to make their own choices.
Part of being a grown-up is being able to say “no thank you” to something one doesn’t want.
I’m thinking the kids and I will make cookies and I’ll put them on a plate in the kitchen or something and then play it by ear. Oatmeal raisin so I won’t eat them. Maybe I’ll pick up some sugar-free fudgesicles, too.
I miss cookies.