Remember the Dutch Baby? Impressive, right? Y'all*, that was amateur hour compared to the display the MiL and her sisters created yesterday for their mother's birthday tea. I may be prone to exaggeration at times (shocking!), but I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that this went way beyond any fancy catered event I have ever attended. And to prove it, here's the food roll call (and a photo, which is once again pathetically bad):
Quiche Lorraine, vegetarian quiche, pork/venison/mushroom pies, pastry puffs stuffed with chicken salad, egg salad sandwiches, cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches, biscuits (this was my sole contribution--go me!) with butter and homemade raspberry jam (oh, I guess I made this too, last summer), cranberry bread, fruit cake, apricot cookies, shortbread, chocolate cake, coconut cupcakes, AND cheesecake. Plus coffee and tea. And beer and red wine and white wine and sherry, because we want our alcohol, even at a tea.
Keep in mind, please, that none of this was store-bought; pie shells, cheesecake, breads--everything was from scratch. These women do not mess around.
Once again, I see that there's no way I'm ever going to be this kind of domestic goddess. The MiL has announced her intention of having a big party for her 60th birthday. But no pressure, right?You think I could get her sisters to cater it for me?
*A note about the use of the word "y'all" in blogs: I've seen it used by people who are so clearly not Southern and would never use this word in real life, but have picked it up as some sort of blogging style. This really bugs me. So I feel the need to establish my credentials: My mother is from New Orleans and I spent the first 5 years of my life in the Deep South. I don't have the accent, but I do use "y'all" in my everyday speech. For which I take some shit up here in Yankee country, but it's how I talk, so it's how I write too, sometimes. I feel better having explained myself. Because I'm sure you really cared.