In an unusual attempt at
domesticity, I make a pesto-pasta dish, with peas, pine nuts, and cherry
tomatoes. I am bringing it to Penny’s
bi-annual potluck party. Usually I just
pick up dessert, but today I feel ambitious. Alexander samples it and approves.
Halfway through drying my
hair I get an email from a friend with gorgeous hair. She writes, “It is the absolute worst hair
day ever....”. I look out my window and
it’s still raining hard, as it has been all day. I have to walk seven blocks carrying a big
bowl of pasta; this will not be good news for my hair. I blow it halfway dry and give up, knowing
any effort will make little difference.
Penny has a beautiful
terrace where she often entertains.
Unfortunately, tonight’s rain is not conducive to outside mingling. I
arrive at Penny’s dripping with water, though my Lululemon Raincoat and Hunter
rain boots have have kept my clothes and me dry.
I think I’ve worn this outfit more this June, than in the
entire past year.
I put out the food I’ve
brought, and join a conversation in progress.
I find people I know and spend the rest of the evening talking to
them. As I am leaving, I overhear a guy
talking to Penny and complimenting her on the food. I hear him ask her, “Do you know who made
this oriental coleslaw? It’s great. (it
is). And so are the turkey meatballs (they are).” He comments specifically and favorably
on every dish except the one I brought, which sits on the table mostly uneaten.
I think I’ll go back to buying
and bringing dessert — less effort, less cost, and better product. Plus, it’s a
lot easier to transport, especially if it’s raining.
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