PAR-TAY

My most recent BLOG post received a comment from a dear friend reminding me of an incident I thought I had sucessfully erased from my mind. The wounds from this experience were reopened - the tears returned. This friend and her girlfriend have the most open and relaxed home environment I know. Guests are always made to feel welcome and loved there. Food and drink are always plentiful and the environment at their home is stimulating, exciting and fun. Allow me to back track a bit. Holidays don't hold the excitment they once held for me, although I still have a tremendous weak spot for their gastimonic delights. My biggest weak spot is for that Christmas Time staple, CHEX-MIX. I was visiting these friends and was handed a bowl full of this snack time treat. I was picking out chashew nuts from the mix and was soon chastised for my lack of social ediquette. "If you get a bunch of nuts in a handful of the mix you have taken, fine. You don't however, go picking them out," I was told. I was crushed. Devistated. Aunt Bee just hit me on the knuckles with a wooden spoon. I didn't mean to be such a thoughtless swine. The lesson that I was taught was necessary. I was ashamed of my rude behavior. My tears however, still flow.