As G and I continue to create, carve out, design our lives according to value and meaning, we are intentionally creating spaces for dinner parties. There can never be enough love to share and so for this large marker of his birthday, my younger boyfriend, I held my ground in creating two dinner parties for him. Hold onto that sacred space for us both, especially for him. Just a tiny bit managerial I asked everyone to produce love poems for him. This is mostly the same group of guy friends (and spouses) who are watching the super bowl with him now. :) In any case, I live with the super clear understanding that I only have this moment, aware of time and clocks, which maybe explains my energy sometimes … I don’t want to waste any moments. And honoring this guy in my life has to be done this birthday year, and the year past, these strange wayward soupy months, where feelings and the feeling of them seem to be the main healthy project.
It was suggested that the art of intimate dinner parties is totally lost especially in a region where going out to eat is so fabulous. Dinner parties is something I learned from my parents, one of my favorite memories of growing up with them, endless dinners like this, bringing all kinds of people together, holding hands to sing our Italian prayer Bon Appetito, having Mom roll out dinners far grander than I ever could, and lighting and Stimmung makes it all kind of sacred …
Our menu was sort of simple, just a lot of planning …. Beef Rouladen stuffed with mustard, slices of onion, pickle and homemade bacon bits. GRAVY!, even with GF flour, amazingly. Always Mom’s favorite Birthday meal, I felt it was highly festive and time for me to learn how to make them. Brussel sprouts sautéed in olive oil, steamed in some water and just with salt pepper. By the 2nd dinner I figured out the potatoes, kind of scalloped / baked with onions and cheese, and even GF white sauce! Chocolate (also gluten free) individual tart crusts filled with Crème Brûlée and then that sugar coating … And homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream.
I managed to finish scarf #7 for a dear friend who also had her birthday … The magic is in throwing loved ones together and just seeing what happens … How else do we form connection unless we actually show up?
Everyone who showed up for G and slathered him with love, singing, humor, videos, phone calls, texts, amazing cards and letters … what can I say. Both our hearts are full. I love nothing more than seeing / sensing G’s happiness, but with this huge outpouring of love, my heart is full too.
And we aren’t done yet … One more weekend of two more events for his birthday month. Comments of “God when will it ever end” and “You love it” … and deeper moments of “God, let’s do this MORE, it’s sweeter than sweet.” Thank you one friend for just saying point blank, “Invite me to more dinner parties!”, indicating ja, this is something worth forming …
So, food and friends and family … this is my family tradition I know G and I are going to bring into our lives. We are so excited and grateful.