I do believe that I am about the worst hostess ever. It’s not that I don’t subscribe to the “mi casa es su casa” philosophy. I do! In fact, if there were hostessing words to live by, those would be mine. Furthermore, it’s not that I don’t love having the house full of friends and relatives. I do! The more the merrier is my fervent belief.
So what is my problem, anyway, you may ask. I wish I knew. Probably basic insecurity plus a healthy dose of DOC (Dread of Cooking). Which, of course, extends to buying food, stocking pantry and fridge, and trying to accommodate the vegans and vegetarians and gluten intolerants. I often think I should take a page out of the legendary book of Len and Miriam Atkins, earlier owners of the Sou’wester Lodge in Seaview. Posted in their communal kitchen was the audacious sign, “And fix your own damned breakfast!” or something to that effect.
Of course, anyone who has stayed here since Nyel’s passing in 2022, doesn’t need such a sign. They know that Nyel took the kitchen magic with him. Nowadays, my loved ones often arrive fully prepared to fend for themselves and for me, too, when it comes to meals. That my guests return time-after-time and that I always enjoy every minute of their stay should put a stop to my hostessing angst. But, of course, it doesn’t.
And, having said all that… I am looking forward to my cousin Alex’s arrival later today and as many of his four sons and other relations as can be here for the New Year’s weekend! I hope Alex brings a copy of his new book! And will Sam bring his guitar? Long ago, when Nyel and I, in our turn, moved into this big old family house, we knew that the two of us were not enough for its generous walls to enfold. I am so glad for its loving hospitality — despite the idiosyncrasies and deficiencies of the current-day hostess!