But those delicious, loud, boisterous, satisfying meals need to get put together, and then cleaned up, and that's often where the fun is.
Jacquie's slave girl is up for chores or duties of any kind, so she often gets the nod when it comes to setting the Table . . .
. . . with the help of her Auntie Ellie . . .
. . . and her cousin Chapel Hill Girl.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen . . .
There's always a lot of activity and everyone finds her own task to do, like make the salad or put away the hors d'oeuvres or refill drinks, and MB mans the sink. When you try to relieve her of her duty she pulls her "I'm the oldest" routine.
Mistah noticed the preponderance of pretty dresses this day and made everybody stand together. Julie yelled at us from the next room not to take a photo without her in it (the thought!). I think she may have been, I don't know, on the phone? Maybe?
I dearly wish I could share the video of us 20 or so years ago, at Mom and Dad's house in Norwalk. It's Thanksgiving, I think, and we're all in the kitchen cleaning up, listening to the Wedding March from Aida from the next room. We burst into a spontaneous parade, marching around the kitchen table, banging pots and pans lids.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz