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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ilaine who wrote (43575)	12/16/1999 11:58:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Well, now, it seems to me that you have hit this issue squarely on its head. Of course, I am up baking cookies, while everyone else is asleep. And I am opening another bottle of wine. So you either drink with me or ignore me... Choosing the proper dish for an event is not just a question of category--salad, dessert, casserole-- oh no! There are all these subtle societal implications accompanying the choice. THe consumers of the dish must be considered. And I DO remember a couscous recipe at a school potluck that sat there all lovely and untouched. And I took some, not because I like couscous, which remind me of nits and are thus disgusting, but because I felt so TERRIBLE for the creator. So I am sympathetic... one should bring something that says-- I am not trailer park trash, thus no baked beans, nor do I want you to think that I am junior league, thus no caviar topped new red potatoes. I work hard, but yet I am cognizant and even desiring of a certain amount of elegance. Of course I am also a mother and wife, and don't have hours to spend on this. Nevertheless, I understand that we all appreciate GOOD things... Oh yes, it is a most demanding task. And that's just deciding what to make. Then you have to make the damn thing. Which is what I am doing now. A delicate cream cheese and butter mini-tart - cooked to a delicate brown perfection--with a mini Reese cup smashed into it. THat's really the fun part. then I smear the chocolate around so all the fakey looking edges melt and look homemade. Then I lick my fingers. So--I have all levels of recipes. PTA, Junior League, oh! you had a baby!, Welcome to the neighborhood, Sorry your dog died. If I can help, let me know.