— If you have 7 people over to your apartment, and you are going to serve food, it is best that you own more than 4 forks.
This has been a “life-lesson” tip, from your favorite redhead.
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Reminds me of the time my mother showed up for Thanksgiving at my house with a gallon size zip-lock bag of mismatched forks. She just smiled and said “here, you never seem to have enough”. I recognize some from my childhood. Why in the hell would she be saving this shit?
Oh, yes I do use them in a pinch.
Ha!!!!
There is this thing called “shopping”. I understand that some girls enjoy it.
Because we’re all about culture….
…. Sheila has an important catering tip….
Homebru:
The key word in your comment is “some”. Mkay?
One last thing to put in your sweet little noggins:
I am SINGLE. To me, eating by myself, 4 forks feels like WAY TOO MUCH. I have a plethora of forks. There is a veritable cornucopia of forks! I do not know what to do with my 4-fork status.
I also live in the greater Manhattan area, where we rarely meet in one another’s apartments. No. We meet OUT. This is the social life of Manhattanites. This is the reality. The need for a complete dinner set is completely irrelevant, no matter your marital status.
This is the first time I have had more than 3 people in my apartment. I have lived there over 2 years now. That should give you some idea of what we’re dealing with here.
However, JUST IN CASE: I’m gonna get some random forks this next week. I’ll rest easier knowing that they’re there.
Spoons.. dammit.. Hasn’t anyone heard about spoons!
Ah see, if you bought yourself all sorts of useless luxury items, as I do, you would have not one but two sets of silverware – one for everyday, one fancy one for dinner parties. I believe I own sixteen forks.
Sheila,
Can I sell you on the cost-saving versatility of a handful of sporks?
I, for one, believe in modifying the menu to fit the serving utensils on hand. No forks? No problem! Here’s your pita and some hummus — dig in! Serving dishes also dictate the menu. For example, if by some chance you own one of those deviled egg dishes with 24 scooped out areas, by all means serve deviled eggs EVERY friggin time you entertain, mmkay? Meatballs would work, so long as there were 24 of them. Or even super jumbo collossal olives! The point is, what would Martha do? Once you know that, do the exact opposite.
I, for one, would be happy to eat with my hands, sitting on the floor of your apartment, breathing deeply the wafts of lavendar and basking in your fine company. As would anyone else lucky enough to be invited to your soiree.
I’m single and have 32 forks. This didn’t seem odd until just now. I could send you some.
Tell the truth… how many of you have just counted your forks.
Syd,
Hahahahaha.
Sheila – next time you could circumvent this crisis by just serving finger food.
Banana creme pie was eaten with fingers – haha.
Pita and hummus were indeed served, as well as huge olives.
Pasta was eaten with fingers and also with spoons … for some reason I have more than enough spoons.
The situation will be rectified this week.
I have plenty of silverware in my new place: generations of it seem to have descended upon me and accumulated over time. Maybe I have some of the ones that were supposed to yours? I suppose they go through the same space-time folds as the disappearing mates to unmatched socks.
The image of all you people going to your utensil drawer is hysterical.
A plastic set of emergency flatware would work, also. It comes in a little box, so it would take much room. And by the way, Scott Jansenns comment KILLS me!! Scott, don’t be ashamed of your fork status. State it proudly! Ask Sheila- I adore anything to do with entertaining, and therefore own entirely TOO MANY serving dishes, cheese spreaders, and of course, ramekins.
Obviously.. parties at your place should be bring-your-own-fork, right? :-)
HAHAHA!! Ramekins! I’m peeing my pants. Who owns ramekins? I’m not even sure what they are but all my years in the restaurant business makes the word sound so familiar.
My friend Beth (whose comment mentions ramekins) owns many. We have parties on her deck … and the first time she broke out the ramekins, and actually REFERRED TO THEM as ramekins – “Hi, could you bring out the ramekins from the kitchen?” … we all gave her a ton of shit about it. hahaha
The next time we all got together, she had bought us all ramekins of our own.
Much laughter.
As to ramekins, David: I worked in the stock room of a china shop in high school. I think I can probably identify and name utensils, etc.,of such obscurity that they’d only be recognized by aminority of the guests at a dinner party at Versailles. This is information to put in the part of my brain where Sheila has the weight of the King of Tonga.
DaveJ:
I am sure his weight fluctuates … which is a problem for me, since I would rather it be static. I should have a daily weigh-in number for the King posted on my blog.
Okay, now THAT’S crazy
Will the King be needing an asparagus server to go with that? Perhaps a knife rest? Extra-large ramekins, at the very least.