The top of the “Fourth” started early–6:30 a.m. early–as I hurriedly got the chicken marinated, the hummus made, and the black bean salsa deposited in the fridge before downing my morning ritual cup (usually two, when not rushed) of green tea and heading off to church with the family–something we’re trying to do more of, as proposed by our children.
Then, a rush back from church and on to more food prep. Tomato-cucumber salad, with mint and oregano from the garden, plus feta to top it off, roasted potatoes, roasted green peppers, and some rapid-fire corn-shucking (3 doz. and with the help of my husband) then into the kettles for safe-keeping. (I am rather possessive of my sweet summertime corn.)
Mind you, throughout this ‘feast or famine’ venture, I managed to clean off bird poop from several outdoor furniture pieces and porch floors, put up festive outdoor lights and lanterns, and cut some fresh hydrangeas to be placed in old-timey milk bottles (for nostaglic effect).
The kitchen floor stayed put. No time to pre-clean; and besides, there really was no point. Soon, the floor would be walked upon by 25-plus adults, and more importantly, teenagers. Later that night, my kitchen floor thanked me. I had relieved it of its duty to remain spic-and-span clean, had I chosen the alternative. I think we both smiled when I turned off the last light and went to bed.
I chose my husband’s plate to show the end-results of his wife’s prolific cooking feats. Given said husband’s zeal for staving off massively built-up hunger pangs after an hour of grilling poundfuls of poultry, plus a few assortments of sausages, said wife will next time pick another’s plate.
All was right on our first annual Fourth Of July party. All invited, came. All enjoyed the wonderfully-prepared food (patting oneself on one’s back).
All saved the “hostess-with-the-mostess” from a dessert-barren party, by bringing homemade (and faux-made, but equally-delicious) confections to satisfy our collective sweet tooths (okay, teeth–if you must).
Then, at approximately 9:25 p.m. we all took a short two-block walk down to the riverwalk to get our fireworks fix. All invited decided that future “Fourth” parties shall be held at the same site. This hostess felt most honored…and loved.
(Recipes for many of these items to be posted soon in the ‘Table Menus’ section.)