Today is a Mistletoe Ball meeting at my house. Days like this are tough. I really have to be careful with the popable foods. I know in my heart that inside me there lives a skinny woman crying to get out. The only problem has always been that I can usually shut her up with a cookie. It is my intention to leave this world very old but still looking decently attractive rather than skidding into my coffin sideways with a martini in one hand and a chocolate in the other looking like a fat, old and disgusting witch.
So far, so good today. I have had my first mini skim, lactose-free latte at home at 7:40 a.m. with 2 of my home-made, low-fat mini banana muffins. I slipped out for a bit to the grocery store and bought some fresh Thai spring rolls for lunch. I had 2 little 3" ones with a medium-sized, skim milk latte from The Second Cup and 4 ginger Sha Sha cookies that are only one point for the 4 of them. Now I have another half day to go.
There is always something fattening, something vegetarian and a variety of morsels to indulge in at meetings in Casa Godfrey. I made sure today there was something for me too, like some jumbo, fresh shrimps and a salad. The plan was not to cook at all today but to order in sushi and pizza for my guests but I never manage to pass a store without coming out with a trunk full of stuff. Today was no exception. I decided, okay we will go rustic. I have a few interesting wooden boards. I will do an antipasto or charcuterie platter or two so I purchased the salamis, pepperonis, olives, bocconcini and other things for the platter. They aren't supposed to be for me. I also stopped through the bakery and bought a marble loaf and an apple cinnamon loaf and some chocolate-coated leaf cookies. When I brought them home, my housekeeper reminded me of the iced cupcakes, blondies and lemon squares in the freezer from the last time I entertained.
Hey, wait a minute, this isn't supposed to be an entertainment. This is a meeting. It is supposed to be less formal and less plentiful than my usual fare. God forbid someone should leave my home hungry. It is something inherent. I don't know that I will ever get over that. I always have leftovers and that makes me feel there was enough to eat.... even though I don't have to eat it all. Well, at least I can pride myself with the fact that I am able to throw a party, excuse me... a meeting together in a heartbeat.
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