With really nowhere to go, we’re just not into restaurant dining just yet, I’ve been making dinner at home the thing to do, the place to be.
At times it feels herculean, especially as we’re such a large group and dinner keeps happening night after night, imagine that.
Last weekend, (I think it was last weekend), I did nineteen on Thursday at the ski house, eleven for the eve of the 4th of July, and fourteen on the 4th of July proper. Son-in-laws parents were in town for the weekend expanding our quarantine bubble a bit in the best possible way.
I keep trying to get to the laptop, sitting for any length of time in a chair is only happening when dinner is finally on the table. When that happens there’s wine, and after there’s bed. Rinse and repeat, last night we had eight, tonight I think it’s just six.
I hope everyone enjoyed a memorable and safe 4th of July weekend. Every day dress, dinner for nineteen, eleven, fourteen, and on and on and on.