Being a minimalist sort (or perhaps cheap-ass miser if you're uncharitable), I am always impressed by a well-furnished home. This one has always been amazingly spotless, with only (recent) minor messiness in the kid's play area. With the added bonus of the holidays, we have Martha Stewart-level Christmas tree, garlands and wreaths, and a beautifully set dining table (but there were 6 rambunctious children sitting nearby). It was a pot-luck, though the hosts provided more than half of the dishes. Everyone had a good appetite and most of the dishes were more than 75% eaten, even my sad-sack contribution of some vegetarian stir-fried noodles. The only relatively untouched dishes were the goose pate and the spinach dip because there was simply too much appetizers. The pulled pork was tender, though a touch too sweet for me. In contrast, the meatballs were nicely spicy. The potato salad, lasagna and vegetable chicken cheese casserole were filling for a Winter's eve. Though everybody was filled to stuffing, we made room for some richly textured chocolate mousse cake.
With the cake and some Kinder eggs chocolate, the kids were hopped up on sugar and were bouncing off the walls. Not surprisingly, most of the dinner conversation revolved around what Santa will be bringing this year. One the consensus being that teachers who do not send "Dear Santa" letters home to the parents make things harder for Santa to make wishes come true (and thus add some additional last-minute headaches.) Oh, dear. The lengths Santa need to go through to fulfill those special requests was eye-opening. The night finally wound down and everybody went off to dream of sugar-plum Pokemons dancing in their heads.
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