The Guy Fawkes party was a blast last night.
|The Burning of The Guy|
We had a busy day getting ready Saturday. On Friday night we tallied up the guest list and realized we had 42 people coming. As we were shopping and planning the next day, that number hit 50. Even though we planned enough food for this many people, I had my obligatory moment of panic about not having enough food. (I’m from a big Italian family. It just happens.) The funny thing is that there has NEVER been a party or a dinner that I’ve planned where there wasn’t enough food for double the guests. I’ll never learn.
It was an eclectic mix of food. To honor the British-ness of the night we made Bangers and Mash with onion gravy. I also made a lentil salad with a lemon vinaigrette. A very good friend made two kinds of chili, both delicious. Other friends brought ribs, a garlicky squash dish, and all sorts of dips and cheeses and salamis. The big hit of the night were the grilled oysters which were (and I can’t think of any other way to put this) steamy and sexy.
The bonfire was, of course, what the night was all about. We burned a lot of effigies. A few of my girlfriends brought small ones that symbolized parts of their lives they wanted to leave in the past. I wish I’d thought to do this, but where would I have found the time to make 107 different symbols of the 107 different things I’d like to leave in the past? I was too busy peeling 10lbs of potatoes and trying to squeeze in a blog post before the party.
|The Kitchen Crew|
There were shenanigans, of course. There always are with this group. We even had a visit from the POLICE! Apparently the fireworks I purchased were illegal. I feigned ignorance, batted my lashes and, if I wasn’t layered in sweaters I would have showed him my awesome knockers. (This ALWAYS works. They are that awesome.) I promised the officer we would not light off any more illegal fireworks. But as I walked over to my brother to tell him to stop, he lit off a VERY BIG and showy set of totally illegal ones. This seemed to annoy Officer Butt-Head, as he came back and took all of the booty away. Even the sparklers. WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN??
The night ended with a major clean up session and the song “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers on repeat. I still don’t understand why Weather Girl loves this song so much, but we sang it and danced to it and tried to teach The Welshman the words while we cleaned. This turned out to be a totally futile pursuit, with the two of us using charade-like gestures to cue him when to say “hold ’em” and when to say “fold ’em”. Utter ridiculousness. But a great time, with so much laughter, good friends and great memories.
More food, less pain,