I remember it like it was yesterday.
Thanksgiving.
My family hosted and had a bunch of cousins over for the day. Well, if you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing this, let me explain that hosting is not a simple task.
First, you have to decide what you’re going to serve. Sure, turkey is pretty much guaranteed but what about roast beef, meat loaf, or brisket? We all have our favorites and we couldn’t seem to get on the same page but we REALLY wanted everyone else to be happy… So we got it all.
Who wouldn't love that?
Another responsibility as the host is to pass around the various appetizers. For me personally, the toughest part is the soup. I always refer to this task as “the walk of death”. It feels like an Olympic event while you balance the boiling liquid from the kitchen to the dining room. Almost like a tight rope walk. You know what I’m talking about, right?
Still, I handled it like a champ and everything was going smoothly. There was great conversation, lots of laughs and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. All the signs of a successful job hosting Thanksgiving were in place.
And then it happened… Entrée time, baby.
We brought out ALL the big guns- the turkey, the meat loaf, the brisket... even the roast beef. I was in heaven as I’m scarfing it all down a mile a minute.
But something was clearly wrong. About half of our guests weren’t touching their plates. They didn’t even take a serving. It was odd, if not insulting.
Finally, my mom called them out:
“Guys, enjoy… We had everything catered in, it’s supposed to be top notch… No really, don’t hold back…”.
And it was about that time that we learned……….. they were all vegetarians!
If you’re the host, always do your best to give the people what THEY want. That's Sprezzatura.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
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Wouldn't it have been Sprezzatura of your cousins to inform you beforehand that they were vegetarians?
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