Last evening was our annual Pot Luck, Main Street Hookers Christmas party. I’m not sure where that saying came from, Pot Luck, because there was nothing “lucky” about last night. After a dozen or so years, we have it down to a science, every dish was fabulous, there was luck to it at all. I believe it was the best varied selection and feast for the taste buds ever! We should rename it, call it "Pot Treasure” night!
No one left hungry and the leftovers were quickly swept away by hubby, stored in containers for good eatin’ the rest of the week. I’m no dummy, I host the party to reap the benefits. I can barely keep focused today knowing the meal waiting for me this evening. Food is my bag baby….I love it, as all else falls apart or fades away, food crawls its way to the top of the pleasure chart.
As always the evening is filled with fun with friends gathering together, breaking bread and playing our special little game. We had a 21 head count plus hubby who hovered around helping, serving, snapping photos and cleaning up. I received lots of compliments on how well he's trained and although I’d like to take credit for his domestic prowess, I can’t, he came that way. I'm a lucky gal and I know it!
We had several desserts. I made butter tarts, Sue brought a delicious whipped cream, chocolate wafer cake, thank's Tait, and Pam brought her famous Microwave Fudge.
We played our traditional game. We all bring a present and draw numbers for the order in which to play. The first person selects a present and then the second person either can take what the first person selected or they can take a new gift from the table. An on it goes. Last evening there were several items that were big grabs as the gals stole back and forth. Sue brought another one of her painted boxes and there was a mug with hooks on it that was pretty hot. There was jewelry, Christmas items, wool, wool and more wool, teas and so much more to mention.
Some were absent due to work and vacations. We missed you!
No one left hungry and the leftovers were quickly swept away by hubby, stored in containers for good eatin’ the rest of the week. I’m no dummy, I host the party to reap the benefits. I can barely keep focused today knowing the meal waiting for me this evening. Food is my bag baby….I love it, as all else falls apart or fades away, food crawls its way to the top of the pleasure chart.
As always the evening is filled with fun with friends gathering together, breaking bread and playing our special little game. We had a 21 head count plus hubby who hovered around helping, serving, snapping photos and cleaning up. I received lots of compliments on how well he's trained and although I’d like to take credit for his domestic prowess, I can’t, he came that way. I'm a lucky gal and I know it!
We had several desserts. I made butter tarts, Sue brought a delicious whipped cream, chocolate wafer cake, thank's Tait, and Pam brought her famous Microwave Fudge.
We played our traditional game. We all bring a present and draw numbers for the order in which to play. The first person selects a present and then the second person either can take what the first person selected or they can take a new gift from the table. An on it goes. Last evening there were several items that were big grabs as the gals stole back and forth. Sue brought another one of her painted boxes and there was a mug with hooks on it that was pretty hot. There was jewelry, Christmas items, wool, wool and more wool, teas and so much more to mention.
Some were absent due to work and vacations. We missed you!
Ginny stole a $30.00 Gift Certificate and a bundle of wool which she promptly stuffed under her shirt. The picture was too risque to post.
One of Sue's boxes was the grab of the night but ended by going home with Anne. She scored a box last year too!
All heads turn like leaves in the wind when someone opens a present.
Patsy showing off a very blingy owl ornament that she just snatched off someone. And no, you can't have my blue box that holds my remotes. Put it back!
Chow down time. So much food, so little stomachs!
Yum all the way down the line and back!
Aunt Audrey (pink scarf) thinks she died and went to food heaven. We sent her home with some leftovers.
Christine and Charlene discussing something pretty serious. "Which meatballs are you going to have? "I don't know, maybe I'll try both dishes." "Ya, that's what I'm going to do to."
I told Sue, if she's going to make faces when we snap her picture I'm going to post them. This one was nicer than then the one with the tongue. Look at all those yummy salads and star biscuit!
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