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  1. I would drop by in a heartbeat. We could chat about cupcake baking techniques, favorite recipes, and I at least could get you chuckling about a few memorable disasters in the field of baking. All deliciously edible, but most decidedly NOT according to plan!

    I’m so sorry that Frank ruined that dinner for you and hope that the next guests (who, sadly, will not include me) turn his rudeness into a distant, humorous memory.

    FYI I do strive never to be unintentionally offensive… ?

  2. I would love to drop by and share a cup of whatever you were serving. I promise to not say a word about sugar or whether your house is perfect. We could talk JAFF or whatever subject you would choose. Perhaps you only need a shoulder on which to cry. Yep, I would love to be that friend you could call when you needed to vent. I’d be that deep dark hole in space where information goes in and doesn’t come out. However, there are too many states between us for me to drop in for a chat. Instead, I’ll encourage you to metaphorically wipe the dust off your shoulders and let it go into that great-vast expanse called experience. You did all you could and let it go at that. Your generosity of spirit will be rewarded. You gave an excellent example to the others in your group of grace under fire. I can see Lady Catherine in his gracing the company with his knowledge. Perhaps his wife cringes everytime he opens his mouth and demonstrates his ignorance. Shades of Mrs. Collins. He was probably nervous and when he is nervous, he is careless. He wanted to impress and was desperate for something to expound on. Too bad his first impression wasn’t a good one.

  3. If you make that tea, I’ll be there! I adore cake and those cupcakes in the photo look amazing!! I may even eat more than one. 😉

    But I love the conversation that swirls around a dinner party most of all, and that would be where I’d be upset with Frank. One would think that an adult male would have better manners than to ruin one’s hard work and generous hospitality with derisive comments about the menu. (Even his “approval” of pork felt like twisted disapproval.) Why not discuss books, movies, or even the homily/sermon?

    Sigh.

    I’m so sorry that all of your hard work ended in disappointment. That you invested so much time and effort in readying your home, making a “company meal,” and even making a homemade dessert rather than purchasing gourmet cupcakes from a bakery) is saddening in itself.

    Let us clink our respective tea and coffee mugs long-distance for now, and if you and your husband are ever in the San Diego area, you’ll have to come for dinner!

    Warmly,
    Susanne 🙂

    PS You’re becoming a bit of a celebrity in our little community church as I pass around your dragon books; teen girls and their moms are devouring them, then buying their own Kindle copies! 🙂

  4. This will not be something that will happen again. The rest of the church community will be appreciative and worth knowing.
    This man may be going through depression or some such. Your dinner – at which he was able to pontificate – may be the only bright spot in his dreary life. You gave a blessing, even if you didn’t receive one.
    Most of my family members are fussy eaters, but they didn’t prepare me for the dinner party when I invited four vegetarians, only to find no two would eat the same thing or had the same reason for being vegetarian … One was “Vancouver vegetarian” (eats and prefers chicken and sea food), one was Hindu (no animal products except yogurt), one loved meat but didn’t like animals to die (wanted fake meat products), and the other put in a request for fettuccine Alfredo made from scratch. At least I didn’t invited a fifth vegetarian we know – the man who won’t eat meat but hates vegetables (eats mashed potatoes, peas, and dessert).
    Another time I invited a family of my husband’s coworkers over. More than a week later, at 10 am on the day they were invited for, they phoned my husband and accepted. I was at work until 6 and had assumed they weren’t coming. And two of their family of four were vegetarian (no guidelines on what they would or would not eat were provided). I dealt with this particular meal by refusing to let them in the house, fed them outside, and had my teen-age son entertain the visiting children with magic. Ordered cheese pizza and made hamburgers, fatoushe salad, and a quick dessert. These things happen. We survive. Later these are the days we laugh about.

    • My son has dated a string of vegetarian and vegan girls and has had a habit of forgetting to tell me that when he invites them to a family dinner. It can get a little frantic!

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