Spiky Bugger
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So, my sister and BIL are, again, hosting our annual get together. I'm the "free spirit" and my sister is pathologically organized. PATH.O.LOG.IC.AL.LY. And, we are 1/2 Mexican and 1/2 Italian married to...well...kinda white trash guys from (adjacent) flyover states.
Growing up, my sister and I enjoyed lasagna and other pastas and Italian sausages and cheeses and all kinds of delicious Italian stuff. And then, we also enjoyed tamales and chili con carne and frijoles de la olla and/or refried beans. And there was usually a ham and other gringo stuff.
MiniSue's boyfriend grew up w/Italian influences and makes a mean lasagna. My nephew's wife's part-time gig is cooking Thanksgiving baskets and other holiday meals for SEVERAL (very) A-LIST film stars...so we're talking some fancy foods. MiniSue can throw together a mean charcuterie and cheese board.
My sister just "assigned" us what we need to bring to her party: pizza, a bucket of chicken, cold cuts and King's Hawaiian rolls. (I'm allowed to bring tamales because I can't eat that other stuff.)
Upon hearing of the menu, my nephew asked, "When the hell did we start celebrating White Trash Christmas?"
So...we--one at a time--are now in the process of, as delicately as possible, asking if we can please bring "a little something extra." We love my sister and appreciate her generosity in hosting this gathering. Nobody wants to hurt her feelings...but she is THE MOST RIGID woman on the planet and already knows where, on her table, each of the items SHE requested "belongs." If we screw w/that, it might make her quite uncomfortable. Really.
(A good six or eight months before her last HS reunion, she had her outfit ready to go. She is never, ever late...or on time...to anything. She's the guest at your door a half hour before your party starts. We live 1.7 miles apart and she somehow manages to get here ten or fifteen minutes early, so she parks and waits around the corner. Honest. She's the employee who has to be told to NOT clock in when she gets there, because she's not allowed to start work that early. Even in killer LA Traffic, she was never late to work. Ever.)
Oh. And she wants the pizza and chicken because a while back, she learned that her grandsons will eat those items...a LONG while back, when they were little kids. These days, one is in high school and the other is an employed adult person.
So...there will now be ten days of increasing tension as we troublemakers try to add grown-up food to an otherwise fun gathering without making the hostess a basket case...and without having to bring one of these:
https://goo.gl/HsVA6s
Growing up, my sister and I enjoyed lasagna and other pastas and Italian sausages and cheeses and all kinds of delicious Italian stuff. And then, we also enjoyed tamales and chili con carne and frijoles de la olla and/or refried beans. And there was usually a ham and other gringo stuff.
MiniSue's boyfriend grew up w/Italian influences and makes a mean lasagna. My nephew's wife's part-time gig is cooking Thanksgiving baskets and other holiday meals for SEVERAL (very) A-LIST film stars...so we're talking some fancy foods. MiniSue can throw together a mean charcuterie and cheese board.
My sister just "assigned" us what we need to bring to her party: pizza, a bucket of chicken, cold cuts and King's Hawaiian rolls. (I'm allowed to bring tamales because I can't eat that other stuff.)
Upon hearing of the menu, my nephew asked, "When the hell did we start celebrating White Trash Christmas?"
So...we--one at a time--are now in the process of, as delicately as possible, asking if we can please bring "a little something extra." We love my sister and appreciate her generosity in hosting this gathering. Nobody wants to hurt her feelings...but she is THE MOST RIGID woman on the planet and already knows where, on her table, each of the items SHE requested "belongs." If we screw w/that, it might make her quite uncomfortable. Really.
(A good six or eight months before her last HS reunion, she had her outfit ready to go. She is never, ever late...or on time...to anything. She's the guest at your door a half hour before your party starts. We live 1.7 miles apart and she somehow manages to get here ten or fifteen minutes early, so she parks and waits around the corner. Honest. She's the employee who has to be told to NOT clock in when she gets there, because she's not allowed to start work that early. Even in killer LA Traffic, she was never late to work. Ever.)
Oh. And she wants the pizza and chicken because a while back, she learned that her grandsons will eat those items...a LONG while back, when they were little kids. These days, one is in high school and the other is an employed adult person.
So...there will now be ten days of increasing tension as we troublemakers try to add grown-up food to an otherwise fun gathering without making the hostess a basket case...and without having to bring one of these:
https://goo.gl/HsVA6s
Best wishes!
