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Wednesday evening we held our annual Main Street Hooker Christmas party at my house. We hoped the earlier date in December would ensure better weather after a storm obliterated last year’s attempt the week before Christmas. We couldn’t have asked for better weather, mild with a bit of light rain that came without a hint of worry for the drive home.
I’m not sure if my kitchen has ever had that much food in it. There wasn’t a square inch of counter exposed after all the main dishes were put out. Before that, snacks were so plentiful we stuffed ourselves like pitted olives. Enough starters to feed a small country with dips, cheeses, chips, fruit, Mexican Salsa, the hit of the evening brought by Pam with recipe below. And chocolate.....fudge, brownies and Quality Street foiled goodies. It’s a wonder any belts were left buckled for the drive home. I know I blew the button on my slacks! It could have taken an eye out as it sailed across the room! So my slacks kept sliding down all evening and I’d hike them up and pull up the zipper which finally blew out as well and they now line the garbage bin, casualties of the battle of the bulge! Like a little piggy, I announced, eat up my little pretties, the more you snack before the meal the more leftovers for me for the rest of the week. Mother Hubbard would be orgasmic opening my fridge right now, as long as she wore a catcher’s mitt as the food comes flying out from the overstuffed shelves.
Is there anything better than pot luck at a party? The foods are so diverse, with everyone bringing their favourite dishes. There was a ham, meatloaf, spare ribs, chicken, potato salad, did I say potato salads...I would crawl naked over glass for good potato salad and they were both divine.....pasta casseroles, rice dishes, broccoli salad, Greek salad, various leaf salads, on and on it went, a buffet fit for the queens that we are! Apple crisp and ice cream ended the feast for those who had room left. The evening was a cornucopia of good friends, good food and good times.
We had wine of course, and I made Moose Milk (recipe below) for those who wanted a little festive nip, but if driving, there was an assortment of pop and juices for mixed, non-alcoholic combinations on the rocks. Not a seasoned drinker by any means, the two small ladles of Moose Milk I had made me slightly tipsy so I might have been a little louder than usual, but who could tell from all the chatter. I’m cute when I’ve had a few so I don’t need to apologize to anyone....right? I did forget the sausage rolls under the broiler but the black parts made them look Cajun so it was win win.
I’m not sure if my kitchen has ever had that much food in it. There wasn’t a square inch of counter exposed after all the main dishes were put out. Before that, snacks were so plentiful we stuffed ourselves like pitted olives. Enough starters to feed a small country with dips, cheeses, chips, fruit, Mexican Salsa, the hit of the evening brought by Pam with recipe below. And chocolate.....fudge, brownies and Quality Street foiled goodies. It’s a wonder any belts were left buckled for the drive home. I know I blew the button on my slacks! It could have taken an eye out as it sailed across the room! So my slacks kept sliding down all evening and I’d hike them up and pull up the zipper which finally blew out as well and they now line the garbage bin, casualties of the battle of the bulge! Like a little piggy, I announced, eat up my little pretties, the more you snack before the meal the more leftovers for me for the rest of the week. Mother Hubbard would be orgasmic opening my fridge right now, as long as she wore a catcher’s mitt as the food comes flying out from the overstuffed shelves.
Is there anything better than pot luck at a party? The foods are so diverse, with everyone bringing their favourite dishes. There was a ham, meatloaf, spare ribs, chicken, potato salad, did I say potato salads...I would crawl naked over glass for good potato salad and they were both divine.....pasta casseroles, rice dishes, broccoli salad, Greek salad, various leaf salads, on and on it went, a buffet fit for the queens that we are! Apple crisp and ice cream ended the feast for those who had room left. The evening was a cornucopia of good friends, good food and good times.
We had wine of course, and I made Moose Milk (recipe below) for those who wanted a little festive nip, but if driving, there was an assortment of pop and juices for mixed, non-alcoholic combinations on the rocks. Not a seasoned drinker by any means, the two small ladles of Moose Milk I had made me slightly tipsy so I might have been a little louder than usual, but who could tell from all the chatter. I’m cute when I’ve had a few so I don’t need to apologize to anyone....right? I did forget the sausage rolls under the broiler but the black parts made them look Cajun so it was win win.
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The cherry of the evening was playing our annual game. We all bring a gift to the party and put our names in a hat and I drew the first one to start the proceedings. Shelley Richardson selected the first present off the pile on the coffee table, opened it and then drew the second name and they could either steal her gift or take a new one. When your name is drawn you have your pick of a new present or steal any of the gifts previously selected. I was shooting pictures and I don’t care how old you are, watching people open gifts is mesmerizing and filled with wonderment. All eyes were on the present being opened, like children around the Christmas tree waiting on their turn. There is something magical about gifts, the pretty wrappings, tearing it open, those few moments before the reveal, the anticipation and excitement, and then the wide eyed thrill of finally knowing the secret within.
There were a lot of hoots and hollers. One very desirable gift, hand painted by Sue, was a wicker basket with a top that had antique hooks stenciled on it by using a special technique with a photo copier. I lusted for it, but so did everyone else so it ended up in quite a few laps, unfortunately only temporarily. At one point I got a grab at it and tried to sneak it out of the room to hide it in hubby’s study but Pam sniffed it out and brought it back to the game...foiled again! At one point Ginny sat on it like a mother hen but it was futile to resist the tenacity of the person who wanted to roost on it too, who stole it right out from under her, literally! The box was a pearl in itself, but it also held a cache, a big wad of wool wrapped in a roll that would choke a wood chipper. Tongues were dragging and pupils were dilating over it!
There were some pretty nice bundles of wool that changed hands a bit, really, what better gift at a hooker party? At first, the game started slowly. Being friends, we were all too considerate of one another and silently lusted for their gift, but the initial niceness wore off quickly once the first brave soul broke the ice, then the game got started with a lot of stealing followed by hoots and laughter in this hilarious, cut throat, gift giving swap. Good fun!
Anyway, I scored a box even if I didn’t get to keep the one in the game as I placed an order with Sue to make them for the shop and I’ll take the one I like best from the pile for my own little prezzie. Ownership should have perks right? They are re-purposed boxes of all shapes and sizes, perfect for storing hooks and rug hooking paraphernalia. If last night was any indication, they should be popular in the shop.
There were a lot of hoots and hollers. One very desirable gift, hand painted by Sue, was a wicker basket with a top that had antique hooks stenciled on it by using a special technique with a photo copier. I lusted for it, but so did everyone else so it ended up in quite a few laps, unfortunately only temporarily. At one point I got a grab at it and tried to sneak it out of the room to hide it in hubby’s study but Pam sniffed it out and brought it back to the game...foiled again! At one point Ginny sat on it like a mother hen but it was futile to resist the tenacity of the person who wanted to roost on it too, who stole it right out from under her, literally! The box was a pearl in itself, but it also held a cache, a big wad of wool wrapped in a roll that would choke a wood chipper. Tongues were dragging and pupils were dilating over it!
There were some pretty nice bundles of wool that changed hands a bit, really, what better gift at a hooker party? At first, the game started slowly. Being friends, we were all too considerate of one another and silently lusted for their gift, but the initial niceness wore off quickly once the first brave soul broke the ice, then the game got started with a lot of stealing followed by hoots and laughter in this hilarious, cut throat, gift giving swap. Good fun!
Anyway, I scored a box even if I didn’t get to keep the one in the game as I placed an order with Sue to make them for the shop and I’ll take the one I like best from the pile for my own little prezzie. Ownership should have perks right? They are re-purposed boxes of all shapes and sizes, perfect for storing hooks and rug hooking paraphernalia. If last night was any indication, they should be popular in the shop.
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Zesty Mexican Salsa
Moose Milk
1 cup Rum
1 cup Kahlua
1 cup Vodka
4 cups Milk or Eggnog
4 cups vanilla ice-cream
You can sprinkle it with nutmeg and cinnamon when mixed
1 cup Rum
1 cup Kahlua
1 cup Vodka
4 cups Milk or Eggnog
4 cups vanilla ice-cream
You can sprinkle it with nutmeg and cinnamon when mixed
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