This last weekend, my aunt held her annual soirée. Just like the other soirées, this one was delectable, relaxing, rejuvenating, and entertaining.
There were only three meals, but we spent about eight hours eating, or at least lingering around the table.
Lunch lasted nearly four hours: appetizers and mojitos, roasted red pepper soup, a crazy-fabulous salad that included fresh fennel, fava beans, and roasted grapes, brisket, potatoes in cream, parsley and red onion salad, ice cream sandwiches, wine, and coffee. And then, several hours later, we went to a fancy restaurant where we sat on the deck overlooking the river and feasted some more. I’m not even going to try listing the food because we ate everything. (I’m surprised they didn’t think we were undercover food critics.)
The next morning we breakfasted on the porch. A cheese plate (or two) was involved, plus fresh breads and scones. Fruit salad. Granola. Even a platter of mini cupcakes to celebrate my birthday.
In between the eating, we went bowling and stayed up way late talk-talk-talking. Auntie gifted us cute jars of homemade lemon sugar scrub and gold bracelets, oo-la-la. (And we gave her a few little things, too.)
And then, just like that, the weekend was over. We rolled home over the mountains, stuffed to the gills and so relaxed we could barely keep our eyes open (speaking for myself, that is).
This same time, years previous: getting shod, the quotidian (9.29.14), pointless and chatty, 37, the skirt, ciabatta, stream of consciousness, and beef with black pepper and red wine.
I may just have to crash the party next year. It's totally unacceptable that the only way to get an invite is to marry into the family.
Jennifer made me one of the most spectacular gifts I have ever received–a picture book entitled "A DECADE OF SOIREES served up, with love, by Patricia". I love this book and will treasure it forever!
I would love to start one of these weekends. You are fortunate to be able to get together like this. Do any come from a long distance?
Fox? Middle name for youngest little man? And, yippee for extended female family time…it all looks/sounds like it was wonderful. Hugs, Camille