Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
Last night my honey and I attended the 50th anniversary Fancy-Schmancy Dinner of his workplace. The women in his department had been dithering for days on end about what they would wear, how they would find time to get a professional manicure for the occasion, etc. The men too were in a tizzy about dressing "right" for the occasion. This not being Halloween we opted to go as ourselves, he in a homespun homemade shirt and black twill pants, me in a homemade homespun dress. We gave our nod to the importance of the occasion by wearing our Sunday-go-to-meeting boots instead of Crocs. This is as fancy as we get anymore.
The evening was a "success", by which I mean everyone got to dress up and be as impressive as it is within their gifts to be. The speaker was quite good, informative, amusing and personable. Not a brow was lifted at our attire, by this time they are all used to our odd ways.
I did learn from the food that there's another area of Plain that interests me. It was a $$$ per plate occasion, and 'per plate' food is of course meant to be elegant and impressive. There were courses of this wrapped in that with a sauce of such and such, all listed in elegant script on a card at each place. Crisply clad waiters at the elbow to refill glasses and change empty plates for full ones. For what it was I would say those in charge did a fine job. Having been to these things before I was not uncomfortable at all, other than being a little bored at times, the sheer number of people there, and the background music, rather prohibited good conversation.
I suppose we'll have to go to another one of these things in 50 years. If we do I'll take along a sandwich in my purse.
I'd truly rather have had a quiet evening at home on the sofa, with a book and a good bowl of hearty soup.
Has Plain living affected anyone else's food preferences?