Homecoming 2011

The end of September was Homecoming. Jake took a girl he's known since kindergarten. I told him a year or two ago someday he'd take her to a dance. He told me that was gross - like dating your sister. Amazing what a mother knows.

To save the kids from a meal at Olive Garden (or maybe saving Olive Garden from the kids) we offered to host a dinner for everyone. I was thrilled they were thrilled and set about planning a buffet of heavy hors d'oeuvres. (old caterers die hard)


I wanted the table to look lovely and be a bit more formal than a usual gathering of friends. I didn't want it to be intimidating either. No girl wants to worry over things like this while hoping not to fall off her heels.

For the menu, my hope was to settle on the fine line of teen-friendly but new. Food not foreign, and recognizable but not typical. Grilled chicken skewers not nuggets. We made three dipping sauces to appeal to all palates. There was a crudite platter. The teeny-tiny potatoes were roasted with Rosemary-Orange Salt.

Since I adore cheese and feel a beautiful board should be part of any entertainment plans, I went out on a limb. Suffice it to say it looked just like the photo even after the mass of teens hit it.

There was dining and mingling and conversation.

 

They all had a great time and I loved having "my" boys around and getting to feed them all.

The only thing I can't figure out is how in the hell they can be in high school.