I always think parties are really about food. And, of course, friends. The two are inextricably linked. That’s because I really like to cook, and I really like to feed my friends. Fortunately, my friends like to eat (equally fortunately, not one of them needs to be a size zero). When Hazel and I first talked about putting together this blog, I promptly began planning our first menu. Hazel promptly began planning a centerpiece. That might be the key difference in our approaches. That doesn’t mean I don’t care how things look or that Hazel doesn’t care about the food, but we do have our priorities.
One of my dearest friends, Laurel Blechman, who is a talented illustrator (see OrbikArt to learn more), loves theme parties. She has a long list of parties she plans to throw one of these days: the Russian Tea Room party, the ancient Rome party, the tiki lounge party…. I’ve been hearing about these ideas for years–she’s too busy painting to actually do them. I started throwing theme parties for her birthday. Before Laurel, my idea of a party was that I would cook for a week and then my friends would come and eat and drink and talk until 3:00 a.m. Now I plan for weeks and cook for a week–and friends come over and eat and drink and talk until 3:00 a.m. Laurel helps with the dishes.
Once I started throwing theme parties, all of Hazy’s artistic talents took hold. She does fabulous flower arrangements. Huge, spectacular, jaw-dropping arrangements. Sometimes I say plaintively, “Where are we going to put the food?” Oh, right. That’s why we have folding tables. She comes up with incredible decorations. I come up with pretty darn good recipes.
And Mel? Mel is the voice of reason. And he makes sure nobody lets the cats out during a party.