
A is in boston this weekend for his bachelor party, which leaves me in a giant 2-bedroom apartment to do my thing. whatever my thing is.
i wasn't too concerned with being left to my own devices, until my mother called with a complain about our menu that went something like this:
i dont understand why you're having corn because i do't know how you'll keep it fresh and i don't think it's such a good idea because you won't be able to keep it warm and then people's hands will get all sticky and greasy wth butter and they'll ruin their nice clothing and then they'll huge you and ruin your nice clothing, and your dress will have butter stains and i really think you should just have rolls instead
ack. my feeling is...why the hell did you not address this issue earlier? and of course with no one to relay the issue to (A being in boston, and caterer Sara being in halifax) i was left to go "um. er. i'll think about it" followed by much weeping.
i see her point, it's a bit messy, but for fuck's sake, this isn't a five-course meal. it's a buffet. and it's not in a castle, or even a reception hall. it's in a garden. with a tent. and if it rains, people will have their umbrellas. and really, it's not as though they wouldn't be taking their pants/shirts/dress/skirts to the dry cleaner/laundromat anyway. so, really how much different does a bit of butter make?
it turns out...plenty.
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