This post was not sponsored or perked in any way. I paid for my Kitchit service in full. Just wanted to pass along a cool thing.
When I was young and pictured myself as a woman, one of the things I envisioned was hosting glittery dinner parties where I floated around in chiffon, my arms full of gold bangles. (Auntie Mame was and is one of my favorite movies, if you want insight into my aspirations.)
But evenings dripping candles and cocktails have not been my hostess reality. The Gorilla and I entertain a lot, all kinds of gatherings, but the intimate dinner party has eluded me. I get tripped up over the food. And what is a dinner party without dinner?