A Real Grown-Up Dinner Party

I think my fiance Anthony and I went to our first real grown-up dinner party last night.

Sure, we’ve been over to friends’ houses for dinner and we’ve hosted quite a few get-togethers at our place. But this was the first time we’ve be invited to someone’s house (who we don’t know that well) to dine with a handful of other folks we’d never met. Eeek!

On the walk over, I was buzzing with nerves and excitement. (I know, I know. It’s just a dinner party.) But Anthony and I don’t get invited over for dinner much by our peers. Between Mom’s illustrious food career and our reputation for being good cooks, people are always saying, “Oh, we can’t cook for you guys!” Over the years, I’ve seen this happen to my parents a lot, but I wasn’t prepared for it to happen to me! So I was glad when these brave souls extended the invitation—maybe they don’t know our rep, maybe they have no idea who my mom is, or maybe they just don’t care. Either way, I was excited.

When we arrived, we were warmly ushered in, our coats were whisked away, and beverages made their way into our hands. The air was warm and smelled deliciously autumnal—whatever we were going to eat was still the oven so I was going to have to wait and see. The other guests introduced themselves like old pros, and we lost no time in digging into the artfully arranged hors d’oeuvres. To my surprise and delight, we pretty much skipped the “Where are you from?” and “What do you do?” questions and dove into deeper, funnier conversations. These people were awesome! My nerves settled a bit.

When it was time to eat, one of the hosts admitted that she did, in fact, know of my mother. She earnestly explained that this meal wasn’t going to be as ‘impressive’ as what I was accustomed to growing up in the house of the Pam Anderson. (How do you like that, Mom? You are the real Pamela Anderson. Ha!) And I dutifully said, “Oh, don’t be silly!” and all the things I’ve heard Mom say when she gets similar speeches.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but when they pulled three gloriously autumnal sugar pumpkins out of the oven, I was seriously impressed. They were serving us dinner from inside pumpkins? My mom’s never done that!! The pumpkin tops were dramatically lifted to reveal a dish that was as delicious as it is difficult to describe. It was kind of like fondue, kind of like French onion soup…without the soup. All I know is that when you scooped it out, there was melty cheese, toasty bread, and warm perfectly roasted pumpkin. So. Good.

They also served a beautiful salad with apples, walnuts, dried cranberries and blue cheese—the perfect accompaniment to the pumpkin dish. And finished the night off with gingery apple crisp and vanilla ice cream. It was, by far, one of the most decadent and delicious fall meals I’ve ever had. As we ate, the table was just bustling with energy, fun, laughter, and good-natured but intense discussion. It was a blast!

As Anthony and I walked home, taking in the crisp autumn night air, I thought to myself—Yes, the same conversation could have happened around a frozen pizza. But there is something so wonderfully tangible about the love you can feel when someone spends time planning and cooking something wonderful just for you. It’s great to kick back with old friends around a bowl of pasta, but sometimes its nice to meet new ones over a carefully and lovingly prepared meal.

And as I drifted off to sleep last night, I was feeling very full and very blessed to have both old friends and new ones.

9 Comments

  1. says

    I love that someone cooked for you two, Sharon. You are always such gracious and wonderful hosts to so many – it’s about time someone invited you over and floored you with their cooking :)

  2. sandy oldfield says

    sharon, i LOVED your description of the dinner party, the scents, ambiance, conversation, taste….it was so reminiscent and i almost felt present myself! thank you for sharing this experience, and the beautiful wriring as well. you are BOTH your parents’ daughter, to be sure!

  3. says

    THIS is why I love putting together events centered around food and spending the time preparing for and making it. The description of your dinner party sounds wonderful…and I’m so glad you were able to include a recipe for the fondue. That sounds absolutely delicious!

  4. Magali Ruiz says

    This reminds me of how flustered I would get when my husband’s best friend Ben (awesome chef, restaurateur) would come over. I loved him dearly but found it sooooooo hard to cook knowing it was just not going to be no where as delicious as his cooking. I would get so nervous when he would come into the kitchen and see what I was doing. He passed away suddenly 2 years ago and now I just wish I forgot about being nervous and just cook with an attitude of love. He would have received that joyfully instead of my rants about my lack of cooking skills.

  5. Stephanie-Oh says

    What an enjoyable blog read. Your description of your dining experience was wonderful. (And made me wish I had been invited!) . So glad you shared it with us. This blog is very fast becoming my favorite read. Keep up the good work.

  6. says

    What a fun story! I remember going to, and being able to, host fun and special dinner parties…then we had the 3 little sugar pumpkins we have and it became a little more challenging! Slowly we’re getting back to it, and you’re right, it really does make it a fun and special evening :-) Thanks for a sweet reminder post!

  7. says

    Sharon, this is a lovely piece and beautifully expressed. Lucky for us that your Mom and Kirsty made this fondue in a pumpkin to test it and Kirsty brought a pumpkin home for dinner. It was fantastic. The roast pumpkin looked gorgeous, smelled wonderful, and tasted superb. Something for all the senses. Thanks for a story that made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

  8. says

    Convincing myself I didn’t need Le Creuset’s Pumpkin dish, I remembered this post. And now my friend is hosting a fall party, and I’ll be bringing food in a real pumpkin. :)

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