It all started when I bought the Dinner Party Issue of Bon Appétit magazine about a month ago. I was mesmerized by beautiful tablescapes and delicious recipes. Plus, a whole how-to section for hosting a Friday night dinner party. I immediately wanted to be the kind of person that hosted dinner parties. I glanced over at my dining table, covered in cake stands, dishes, pantry items, and a slew of other things that just didn’t seem to fit anywhere else. This was a problem.
For the most part, I feel like exactly the same person as I did when I was a kid. Maybe I have a couple more responsibilities and a little more independence, but I haven’t really changed, right?
I can’t lie; I hated oatmeal as a child. I did whatever I could to mask the taste of it going down. That usually included topping with large spoonfuls of jam until it was more like jam with oatmeal than oatmeal with jam.
