This year we’ve yearned for communion. Every time we saw friends getting together, the FOMO was HIGH.
We’ve collectively yearned for simple act of “having friends to dinner.” The ease of kissing a dear friend on the cheek. The simplicity of, “a shared plate.” I mean…could you imagine the hilarious horror of someone reaching a fork across the great table divide and forking your food? That, would be drama. This summer we’re unfurling our tablecloths and lifting a glass to happier days ahead.
I’m guilty of throwing big parties. My husband John will often ask, “How many are coming for dinner?” And I will casually reply, “just a few.” As I pull a stack of plates from the cabinet and reposition the chairs.
There’s something glorious about the sound of laughter. The sight of friends draped over every chair in your house. The smell of dinner wafting through the house as guests devour a pre-dinner treat.
I’ve always been a casual entertainer. As the second oldest of 8 children, dinner in my household was never a formal affair. As an adult, I still prefer family style meals among friends over a formal course by course event.
If I got to pick, I would host cocktail parties for life. The kind with cute dresses, a bottomless glass of something sparkling, and “heavy” hors d’oeuvres. Perhaps I am a woman of the wrong generation. But maybe not. I’ve seen those throwback jello recipes.
Raise a glass of something, anything, with friends. This is a summer of reconnection. Get out. Feel the sun. Laugh loudly.