Spiders, Dog Poo, and Dead Birds: A Garden Tea Party
So, because I’m a grown up, I decided to have a tea party. Basically, I just wanted an excuse to make delicious food, wear a cute outfit and hat, and drink tea. And let me tell you, we had some seriously awesome food. Like, how about this adorable mousse?
Who knew that this lemon cheesecake mousse would be so amazing, and so easy to make? But really, food that is this bad for you should not be this easy to make. And in case you’re looking at the recipe and thinking, “Lemon curd? What?” here’s a recipe for that, too. I love this stuff so much. It’s a staple condiment in our household.
But lest you think that I’m a perfect hostess and party planner, and that my life is filled with sunshine and daisies, let me correct that assumption! Things did not go smoothly in preparation for this party. I repeat: things DID NOT go smoothly. First off, the day before the party, I baked an almond bundt cake. It’s so good, and I’ve made it several times before. However, when I tried to take it out of the pan, it broke. Just like my heart. Sigh… I thought. At least I have all day to make another one… Well, I DID make another cake. I had Judah take that one out of the pan. And that one broke, too. However, each cake had a good half and a broken half, so I cut them both in half and put the good halves together.
It may be a pretty ugly cake, but it still tasted fantastic. And when I covered it with powdered sugar and almonds, you could hardly notice that it was broken. And fortunately for me, my friends all know me and love me, and are totally accepting of my messylife cake.
But things didn’t stop there. But at least I didn’t have to face the ensuing trials alone. My best friend, Erin, is visiting this week, and she arrived on the day of the tea party. Let me tell you about this girl. She braved the numerous spiders to clean all the spiderwebs off of the picnic table and benches with me. She then helped me carry the table and benches out into the yard, where we discovered that the yard was dotted with small mounds of dog poo. But that wasn’t the only thing we found. One of the “mounds” turned out to be a deceased baby bird. My landlord came outside and helped with the dog poo removal while we tackled the, um, remains of the dearly departed. But the true horror of the event occurred when Erin so bravely picked up the bird in a plastic bag, and a portion of the dearly departed was left on the ground, riddled with maggots. At this point in time, Erin screamed, and I ran into the house and lost my lunch.
After recovering our composure and disposing of the remains, we were able to carry on with life. We prepared the rest of the food, got dressed, set the table, and greeted our guests, and I am happy to say that things went swimmingly after that.
I can’t even express to you how much fun this was. This was absolutely the worst party preparation that I’ve ever experienced, but without a doubt the best party I’ve ever hosted. One of my guests even told me this was probably the most fun she’s had in her adult life.
Will I do it again? As long as there are no birds involved.
Who knew that this lemon cheesecake mousse would be so amazing, and so easy to make? But really, food that is this bad for you should not be this easy to make. And in case you’re looking at the recipe and thinking, “Lemon curd? What?” here’s a recipe for that, too. I love this stuff so much. It’s a staple condiment in our household.
But lest you think that I’m a perfect hostess and party planner, and that my life is filled with sunshine and daisies, let me correct that assumption! Things did not go smoothly in preparation for this party. I repeat: things DID NOT go smoothly. First off, the day before the party, I baked an almond bundt cake. It’s so good, and I’ve made it several times before. However, when I tried to take it out of the pan, it broke. Just like my heart. Sigh… I thought. At least I have all day to make another one… Well, I DID make another cake. I had Judah take that one out of the pan. And that one broke, too. However, each cake had a good half and a broken half, so I cut them both in half and put the good halves together.
It may be a pretty ugly cake, but it still tasted fantastic. And when I covered it with powdered sugar and almonds, you could hardly notice that it was broken. And fortunately for me, my friends all know me and love me, and are totally accepting of my messy
But things didn’t stop there. But at least I didn’t have to face the ensuing trials alone. My best friend, Erin, is visiting this week, and she arrived on the day of the tea party. Let me tell you about this girl. She braved the numerous spiders to clean all the spiderwebs off of the picnic table and benches with me. She then helped me carry the table and benches out into the yard, where we discovered that the yard was dotted with small mounds of dog poo. But that wasn’t the only thing we found. One of the “mounds” turned out to be a deceased baby bird. My landlord came outside and helped with the dog poo removal while we tackled the, um, remains of the dearly departed. But the true horror of the event occurred when Erin so bravely picked up the bird in a plastic bag, and a portion of the dearly departed was left on the ground, riddled with maggots. At this point in time, Erin screamed, and I ran into the house and lost my lunch.
After recovering our composure and disposing of the remains, we were able to carry on with life. We prepared the rest of the food, got dressed, set the table, and greeted our guests, and I am happy to say that things went swimmingly after that.
I can’t even express to you how much fun this was. This was absolutely the worst party preparation that I’ve ever experienced, but without a doubt the best party I’ve ever hosted. One of my guests even told me this was probably the most fun she’s had in her adult life.
Will I do it again? As long as there are no birds involved.
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