Musing on casseroles.

Unbelievable.

Well, once I had a menu down I might as well give it another go. And since I am sooo behind in dinner parties, I am not going to reveal the menu.

Because I might spring it on you one upcoming festive weekend evening.

Last night, it was going so well, till I checked on the main dish.

I looked in and it (the casserole) wasn’t bubbling. So I set the timer to let it warm a bit more…and turned off the oven.

Of course I didn’t know that I turned off the oven until I looked in on my little casserole 20 minutes later and…

it looked dead. I killed it.

Hmm. Nothing like a dead casserole to stick a pin in a rollicking evening when your guests have been sitting around for hours.

I had a dilemma.

Crank the oven, join my guests and leave them wondering if we were ever going to eat.

Or fess-up.

I confessed.

And everyone laughed. hahahahahahahaha.

Call me red faced – – and watch me take another sip of wine.

I am sooo not the party hostess. But I had a great time.

Dinner Party 2 Lessons learned.

* I still freak out and do something stupid when entertaining.

* Honesty is best.

* And my apron grew a half and inch last night.