LITTLE ROCK — DEAR CAROLYN: My husband and I are hosting a dinner for my side of the family. They are very picky eaters while my husband and I are certainly more adventurous. We hosted them two years ago, the very first time as adults we were able to host a big family dinner, and I literally had to scrap one of the side dishes an hour before dinner because I was informed that no one would eat it.
This year I thought I was doing a good job of simplifying the menu, but my husband still says I’m going over the top to prepare dishes for people who won’t enjoy them. While I understand that to an extent, I also want to enjoy my own holiday and having fun with new dishes is part of what I enjoy.
Since I’m hosting and doing most of the work, don’t I get to be a bit selfish in the foods I make?
- NY, NY
DEAR READER: I’ll have to take your word for it that it’s fun to cook rejected food - not my idea of a vacation. Even then, it doesn’t seem to elate you so much as lather you up even more about your family’s pedestrian tastes.
That’s the philosophical appetizer. The main course:
Being a good host means putting your guests at ease. Period. “Hosting” and “great feats of gourmet cooking” go together in only two places: magazines, and gatherings where guests appreciate great feats of gourmet cooking. Your doing most of the work doesn’t entitle you to be hostile to your guests.
There will be 364 other days in the year after this day, and you will spend most of them with someone who shares your love of culinary bungee-jumping. Celebrate that later, and make this celebration about love, family and mashed potatoes.
DEAR CAROLYN: My mother, with whom I have always been close, has suddenly started lamenting the fact that I “have no one.” I’m 28, date often, have relationships often enough that I’m not worried, and a really fun, great life. Yet for some reason triggered by the Christmas season, my mom can’t get two sentences out without practically tearing up that I don’t have “anyone who loves you.” Any idea what I can do to (a) not strangle her and (b) convince her I’m fine?
- Anonymous
DEAR READER: First, please ask her if there’s something she needs to tell you. Not to get morbid, but sometimes people grow acutely aware of unreached milestones when they discover their time’s running out.
Should that inquiry come up empty - I hope so - here are a few approaches to try. “Mom, some of the loneliest people I know are married. If I force the issue, I might become one of them.”
If your mom’s susceptible to flattery: “Mom, have faith you raised me well. I’m living life my way, and when I want something different, then I’ll change my way.”
If she’s a dog with a bone, on this and everything else? Quit early, and quit often: “OK Ma,thanks for worrying about me.
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