Day 29 – List 10 people, dead or alive, you would invite to dinner. Include the dinner menu.
Good morning. It seems I’m hosting a special dinner party and am allowed to invite ten guests, alive or dead, and I must come up the menu and the guest list immediately. Let me start by saying: I have a new husband, a sweet 7 1/2 month old grandson, and I’d like to show them off. So with that in mind, here’s my guest list:
- my daddy (who has been dead since 1975)
- my (paternal) grandfather who has been dead since 1985
- my (paternal) grandmother who has been dead since 2004
- Mr. Rockstar
- Mr. Rockstar’s mom
- and his dad
- my son
- my daughter and grandson
- my mom
- and (step) dad
- David’s uncle Tommy (who has been dead since 2006, I think)
I just wrote a post about someone or something you miss and I wrote about my daddy. How I’d like to sit down with him and have a cup of coffee, at least, and conversation. Since I am a newlywed, I finally found the love of my life, and I have this beautiful new grandson, I can’t imagine being able to have a dinner party with whomever I want, regardless of the law of physics and various other laws, and not inviting those I would really like to see again. And I can’t imagine not inviting Mr. Rockstar’s parents and the uncle whom he lost and was extremely close to. I imagine there are some people who are wondering why I’d invite me (step) dad to a dinner where I’m inviting my daddy but you’d have to understand our family dynamics. I’d want my daddy to meet my dad. My dad has been a great father, and I’d be proud to introduce them. And my daddy would be happy to meet my dad, I think, and I also believe that my dad would want to meet my daddy. Now maybe it would be hard on my mom, like it would probably be hard on Mr. Rockstar’s dad seeing his brother again (Mr. Rockstar’s uncle Tommy’s death was extremely hard on his father for numerous reasons–they weren’t just brothers they were best friends, and Mr. Rockstar’s dad is the one who found him–he’d been murdered in his own home, which is the home we live in.)
So here’s my menu:
Steak, shrimp, and veggies (bell pepper, squash, zucchini, onions, and those baby tomatoes) on the grill. Baked potatoes, garlic bread, salad, and sweet tea or wine. Tomato bisque soup with mozzarella cheese sprinkled on the top. And I’d serve a cream cheese pound cake with strawberries and cool whip for dessert, with coffee of course. And I’d serve a variety of appetizers such as: spinach and artichoke dip with fresh homemade bread (my daughter has gotten really good at baking bread), hummus and pita bread, chicken wings seasoned with lemon and pepper, and various cheese and crackers.
We’d start with soup and salad. We’d have the appetizers. Then proceed to the main course. Then we’d have time for coffee and dessert a little later on. With breaks in between each course so we had plenty of time for conversation. I’d want to ask my (paternal) grandfather about his family, there are all these things I don’t know, like where in Scotland did his people come from. And I’d like to ask my (paternal) grandmother the same things…about her family. I’d like to tell all of them how glad I am that they were a part of my life and what a difference it made. Now, if I could invite 15 people I’d also invite my step grandparents, my (maternal) grandmother and grandfather, as well as my aunt Myrtle (maternal side, died in late 90’s), as well as my uncle’s Michael and Johnny (who were my daddy’s brothers) and my aunt Paulette (daddy’s sister). I just went one over, but you know what I mean.
Now it would be fun to have a dinner party with a whole different group of people like Lincoln, Kennedy, Einstein, Poe, Dickinson, Plath, Hemingway,….But that’s for a different post and a different party.