Nevertheless, the party went off without a hitch. I only wish we would have had more leftovers: Paul's cooking was as fantastic as usual.
The menu was a combination of old favorites from parties past, and some new dishes he made specifically for Sunday. The spread included salmon, sausage souffle, sweet potato-turkey hash, watercress soup, candied bacon, Caesar salad, sauteed mushrooms, fruit salad, and homemade bread with a salmon cream cheese spread or garlic butter.
The desserts, as usual, were my responsibility. chocolate chip mini muffins, Swedish apple pie and coffee cake. We started off with a selection of beer and wine, as well as all the fixin's for mimosas and bloody marys. The stash was quickly multiplied by the 16 guests who arrived in the early afternoon.
Edith couldn't have been better. It's like she knew we would need an extra-good girl! First of all, she only awoke once the night before, affording me some extra sleep. And she slept in Sunday morning, allowing me to get a little baking done before she awoke.
She started the party with a nap, letting us finish up the food and eat. Even when she was awake, she barely fussed. It couldn't have gone any more smoothly.
So of course we're glad we decided to hold our annual party. It wasn't quite the same as having it on Saturday night, but as one guest told me: no one minds Sunday afternoon drinks. Even if, in my case, those drinks were sparkling juices -- and not a bottle of the Mother's Milk beer someone brought specifically for the occasion!
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