I hate entertaining. I know it may come as a shock considering I love attending events, but that is so much more enjoyable than slaving away in a kitchen & having to wipe down the dining table 100 times before guests arrive. So why do I do it? It appears I married “The Entertainer” himself. And no, not Robbie Williams.
Today my husband is treating himself to a 3 hour luncheon. The same day he has invited 2 of his mates & their wives over for a Christmas dinner. Now most people do mid week dinners casually. Not us. I’m talking cheese board starters, pasta entrée with home made sauce, roast lamb for mains, panettone ice-cream extravaganza for dessert… oh deer Roudolf why does he put me through this?
So if my cooking is likely to be an epic fail because clearly I’ve taken on more than I can manage, the next best thing is to have the table setting all themed in the Christmas spirit so hopefully it’ll take the guests eye off the burnt lamb. My centre piece consists of the Christmas reef straight off the front door with a vase in the centre & some spare baubles inside (yes I am genius). I purchased some fun novelty bonbons from Safeway which contain the Twister board game & placed these at each place setting.
So if all else fails, I’ll just get them drunk & crack open the Twister. Deck the halls… with gin & tonic, now right hand red.
The Unsocialite 