Loyal readers (there are 4 people following me! You know who you are!) will have gleaned from my post about throwing a fabulous dinner party that I am mildly obsessed/on the lookout for fabulous hors d'oeurves... you only need one to really kick things off right.
How's the above for brilliant? A little chicken sausage meat ball skewered on a tooth pick and balanced atop peach/tomato gazpacho. The possibilities are endless. What CAN'T you skewer and balance across a little thimbleful of delicious whatever?
Check out this gorgeous food blog, Canape, which exercises one of my obsessions for miniature food, here: http://cynthiagroseclose.com/
In which the author tells you how to run your life -- or at least how to make the most of the fun parts of it.
For instance, inside these pages you will learn how to weather a mortar attack in good spirits; how to avoid booking yourself on the Internet into a bed and breakfast full of twee quilts and dusty tchotkes; and how to plan a dinner party that will stun your guests with deliciousness and style and not destroy your will to live with the amount of work you have to do to pull it off.
These are things I know firsthand, and things people who know me often ask me about (though I usually just book them into bed and breakfasts myself -- identifying ruffled death traps is an acquired skill). I am almost always right about everything (food, style and travel-related, anyway, and often many other things) and if everyone would just do as I say, dinner would taste better, cupcakes would not be dry, your parties would be more fun (for you), and mortar attacks... well, they always suck. I can't do anything about them.
*except laundry. I can't manage my own laundry, much less yours.
For instance, inside these pages you will learn how to weather a mortar attack in good spirits; how to avoid booking yourself on the Internet into a bed and breakfast full of twee quilts and dusty tchotkes; and how to plan a dinner party that will stun your guests with deliciousness and style and not destroy your will to live with the amount of work you have to do to pull it off.
These are things I know firsthand, and things people who know me often ask me about (though I usually just book them into bed and breakfasts myself -- identifying ruffled death traps is an acquired skill). I am almost always right about everything (food, style and travel-related, anyway, and often many other things) and if everyone would just do as I say, dinner would taste better, cupcakes would not be dry, your parties would be more fun (for you), and mortar attacks... well, they always suck. I can't do anything about them.
*except laundry. I can't manage my own laundry, much less yours.
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Such a great idea! You are right that the possibilities are endless.
ReplyDeleteI would shamelessly plug you on my own blog except that I have only a small handful of readers myself, and I'm counting my mother in that group :)
Brilliant idea!
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