"The only real stumbling block is the fear of failure. In cooking, you have got to have a what-the-hell attitude." ~ Julia Child

Too bad I don’t remember details.

by Julie Tilsner on December 17, 2006

in Good Ideas Gone Bad

CherrykissesMy holiday open house was a great success. That’s what I hear, anyway. I don’t remember a lot of details. This is because my neighbors Marsha and Terry showed up first with a tumbler filled with Marsha’s professional-grade Cosmopolitan cocktail. A glass and a half of this later and there was nothing that could have happened that would have flummoxed me.

I ended up only making one thing, my tortilla – which turned out perfectly and was consumed quickly, to universal accolades.

Somebody brought me a clever little bag of these cherry chocolate kisses. I didn’t know such delights even existed. Too bad I don’t remember who brought them.

I had the help of several experienced and well-meaning people. I must bow low and pay homage to their skills here.

Tony – who apart from being a gorgeous flamenco guitarist, is also an experienced party-giver and an extremely organized person. He made a list. Checked it twice, and made it all happen. He also thought of party elements that would never have occured to me, like why don’t I just BUY a big lasagna and feed that to the masses? Make it easier on yourself, he said. And he gave me my party mantra: “This is a party for you. If your friends show up to share it with you, even better.” This actually helped calm me the hell down.

Audrey Smith – who agreed to back me up in the food dept. if needed and opened the door to her glorious garage-full of Christmas decorations when I realized I had none of the necessary decorative paraphernalia. She also lent me all of her funky Christmas jazz CDs so I could make the appropriate playlist for the kitchen Ipod. She showed up early, looking festive, and stayed late. She ranted and raved over my tortilla, too, which is particularly gratifying.

Catalano’s veggie lasagna was a huge hit. Other people brought dishes. Salad, and bread and lentils and lots of sweet stuff. Audrey made her popular persimmon roll. People stayed and talked for several hours. There was some dancing, thanks to Debbie, who grabbed me mid-party and said, “Remember when we used to swing-dance in junior high?”

“No!” I yelled, trying to avoid the tree. It did make for some comic relief.

A commentator also left a bit of advice that I took to heart. “Drinks, drinks, drinks.” he said. I provided plenty of libation and what do you know. It worked.  Tortillagone

So this is all behind me, thank God. It was fun, but I think it aged me two years.

It’s still Hanukkah though. So I’m bound by honor to try my hand at latkes this week. Should be a real mess. Stay tuned.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

BaddAss MisterJ December 18, 2006 at 12:05 am

Yay. . . Rejoice. . . I got quoted in a BLOG!!!
You don’t remember the details??? Do you have any pictures of the evening? A picture does say a thousand words!


AT December 18, 2006 at 11:07 am

You were a beautiful, fabulous host, the Spanish tortilla was perfecto, the cherry chocolate kisses were from your friend Debbie, and I hope I provided enough love and support!


cat December 19, 2006 at 5:53 pm

That’s great! You really are the hostess with the Mostest, Congrats!
Looking forward to your latke blog & recipe, cheers.


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