We were having guests for dinner! OK, so that's not a life-altering event you might think.
But considering that I am the worst cook mankind has ever known, it might just end up as a life-altering event ( for them! )
I made a million plans to avoid them. I even considered putting up a "Wrong way - Go Back" sign (that we so often find on Australian motorways) on our front door.
But like all my plans, even this one was an epic fail!
In the past, I would have died of anxiety (will they eat this?, will they like what I cook? Is the house clean enough?)
or would have had a nervous breakdown
or would have ended up breaking a few plates and glasses in the buzz of cooking.
But this time, it was different. It din't matter to me if they liked what I cooked or not. My heart was not pounding nineteen to the dozen. I was not running around like a headless chicken in the kitchen!
The guests came over, spoke, ate, drank and left. And I was surprisingly calm and poised the whole time.
And the most surprising part? I din't even chitter-chatter like I normally do to hide my nervousness!
God ! (hmmm ok probably not the best time to seek God's attention. He must be really busy right now dealing with all the dead ones. what with all the shootings, bombings, accidents and explosions - It must be a Population Explosion up there!)
Gosh! I don't know what brought about this phase. what came over me? Was I possessed? Is this what they call growing up (which is very unlikely considering we are talking about me!) or is there any other plausible explanation for this behavior? Will this phase even last?
I guess only time will tell!
But frankly, the whole while, I missed the old ME!
But considering that I am the worst cook mankind has ever known, it might just end up as a life-altering event ( for them! )
I made a million plans to avoid them. I even considered putting up a "Wrong way - Go Back" sign (that we so often find on Australian motorways) on our front door.
But like all my plans, even this one was an epic fail!
In the past, I would have died of anxiety (will they eat this?, will they like what I cook? Is the house clean enough?)
or would have had a nervous breakdown
or would have ended up breaking a few plates and glasses in the buzz of cooking.
But this time, it was different. It din't matter to me if they liked what I cooked or not. My heart was not pounding nineteen to the dozen. I was not running around like a headless chicken in the kitchen!
The guests came over, spoke, ate, drank and left. And I was surprisingly calm and poised the whole time.
And the most surprising part? I din't even chitter-chatter like I normally do to hide my nervousness!
God ! (hmmm ok probably not the best time to seek God's attention. He must be really busy right now dealing with all the dead ones. what with all the shootings, bombings, accidents and explosions - It must be a Population Explosion up there!)
Gosh! I don't know what brought about this phase. what came over me? Was I possessed? Is this what they call growing up (which is very unlikely considering we are talking about me!) or is there any other plausible explanation for this behavior? Will this phase even last?
I guess only time will tell!
But frankly, the whole while, I missed the old ME!
O..it is just Ok.
ReplyDeleteI know, Izzy.. thank you
DeleteThey survived and so did you! Wonderful. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI survived, yes! I have to call up and check on them ;)
DeleteDo you know that old 12-step slogan? "Let go and let God." Or, in your case, "Let go and let Gosh." It's a good way not to worry about what you can't really control anyway. Personally, I refer to it as the Phuckem Philosophy of Life. Sounds like you were floating in a big cloud of it -- way to go!
ReplyDeleteha ha ha loved the new 12-step slogan "Let go and Let Gosh" !!
DeleteI can understand those feelings of lonely when guest come to it, I have some 30 to fifty each night, but I found the perfect solution to the problem: I let the Hotel Chef worry about that, and I try to get chosen parts of his work.
ReplyDeleteIt is strange you could change so easily, have you considered having been hexed during your "vacations". There are many sprites loose in your isle! :)
I am happy to know everything went right... a question: who washed, rinsed, and dried the tableware, the kitchen, et al? :)
yeah I think next time I am going your way!
DeleteOh all was done by Yours Truly!
The 'old' you is (hhaha) just like most of us I reckon! The 'new' you is when we put one of our many hats on for the occasion.
ReplyDelete-chuckle- I am soooo glad you're back posting!
thank you Rose, I am happy to be back posting as well!!
DeleteSome things are unexplainable. May be it's just temporary. I'm sure you'll be back as the same hilarious you. :)
ReplyDeleteI really hope it is temporary Balqis. Cos the old me was my favorite!!
DeleteIt sounds like you had a nice night :) Maybe you were just ultra-comfortable with these particular people? I'm interested in why you missed the old you... ?
ReplyDeleteLike the fish! :)
The whole experience was melancholic, Sandy.. So I really prefer the old me to the new me.
DeleteI just liked the grim face of the fish :)
Sounds like you were nicely in control! It's good not to care, 'cause that's up to them. hehe. From now on if they really don't like the food they will just suggest going elsewhere for dinner :)
ReplyDeleteIts kind of weird that I am always in control when I am sad LOL
DeleteYour plan to put up that sign is interesting notion. haha
ReplyDeleteI think It's not too important either your cooking is delicious or not.
You have made big efforts anyway.
yes thank you Okta! I guess it is all about the efforts :)
DeleteI would have put the sign up. We used to have a circle of friends where we would take it in turns to host dinner parties, I secretly hated the whole experience, I'm pleased that part of my life is well over and done with.
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased it all went well for you.
ha ha ha I would die if my friends suddenly decided to host dinner parties by turn!! Thank God for small mercies! (I hope I dint speak too soon :) )
DeletePart of entertaining for me is enjoying the entire experience. That you weren't crazy worried over the whole affair is a good thing i think!
ReplyDeleteyeah the whole thing kind of went well.. and thats the worrying part. Now they will expect dinner parties again!!
DeleteI'm horrible at entertaining. I'm always too worried about all the stuff you mentioned, and I can never enjoy myself. It sounds like you had a nice night, though. I'm glad. :)
ReplyDeleteI am horrible at entertaining too, Dana.. this is just a one off!!
DeleteGot you when hopping around the A to Z blogs. The scenario above is something I always see in my mom when we have guests. So guess it's part of very family.
ReplyDelete(Loved your "About Me".)
Yes Me, I guess its inevitable in a family!
Deleteat first i thought the fish is what you had come up for supper and then i realised it represents the old you and then i read you just like its girn :D
ReplyDeleteThat is over now , dear Nina is back in form :) :) :)
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