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01.04.2001
I'm still eating hors-d’oeuvres left over from my New Year’s eve party. Tapenade and hummus and stale ciabatta bread. Cold fancy pizzas. Artichoke dip and raw veggies, which I occasionally call crudités, much to Ash’s amusement (he thinks it’s pretentious). The dips aren’t doing much to help me in my resolution to shrink my ever-expanding thighs, but I’m trying not to obsess about the matter too much, since there’s nothing I find more tedious than a non-obese person who refuses to eat good food simply because they’re being vain. I always overcook for parties. I think it’s my subconscious way of dealing with the stress of not knowing whether everyone that shows up will mingle easily and happily, of fighting off those nightmares that no one will show up at all. Food I can control; fun just has to happen. Frankly I still find that a little scary. Cooking comes naturally to me, but being the perfect hostess – relaxed, ever-charming, completely unflappable – this I’m still working towards. Actually, there’s a lot I’m still working towards, and this being that resolutions-making time of year, they’ve been on my mind:
So there. I've got me some goals. (I give it a month before I revert to my evil old ways …) --
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