The new season of Saturday Night Live started this week. Not only do I still not find Dane Cook’s “fratguy observations” humorous, the rest of the show is not doing much for me either. There were about two bright spots during the news (which really needs Tina Fey to return), and otherwise the funniest bit was a two-minute stretch of water bottles falling from a closet. Yes, two minutes of just water bottles pouring out of a closet; so many bottles that it’s obvious the closet is actually a Tardis.
My friend Dora hosted a party at her house last night, and I catered it. We had tapas and sangria (white and traditional), and Jenn brought cheesecake, while Tammy brought pie and homemade bread.
One of the things Alex and I enjoy is trying out new recipes. Everything last night (except the traditional sangria) was a new experiment. Based on the speed with which food disappeared, I’m gonna say that oven-roasted potatoes are always popular, and the chorizo in red wine was a big hit too (although I found it too strong personally). Sadly, the one thing The Boy helped with was not one of the hits. We put little bits of roasted pepper and green olives on cocktail toothpicks, along with feta cheese or cocktail onions. The onions were almost universally unloved, and the feta eventually got eaten, but not something worth bothering with again.
The game Hoopla is a load of fun, if you ever throw a party for a decent-sized group of people. Apparently everyone is on the same team. Huh? Anyway, hope for the demolition derby card. 😉