Hey Anna, cool sti--WAIT NO THAT IS A TERRIBLE STICKER.
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| (It was for her lungs. They are not broken.) |
So, uh, that was a minor bump in the road on Wednesday, but as you are well aware, the hosting of St. Patrick's Day-themed Bunko waits for no one. Particularly when one has already cleared all the shelves in Austin of their green and/or vaguely Irish consumables. So even with one member of my Party Prep Team down for the count, I bravely pressed on, tackling such exhausting hurdles as cutting up a veggie tray and putting grapes on a plate.
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| I also transferred those dips from their plastic containers into real bowls. All by myself. |
I revisisted a couple of recipes from
last year, including this inexplicably popular
white chocolate Frito popcorn and emerald eggs.
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| "Emerald" = "spinach." Just trying to fancy this thing up a little bit, guys. |
I also tried a couple of new dips, the green hummus and appallingly unhealthy caramel apple dip from
this site.
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| But it LOOKS so good for you! |
And I stuffed the tiniest potatoes in all of creation with
white beans and spinach. These things were seriously wee.
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| Even the leprechauns are all "Damn, that's dainty." |
Seriously. LOOK HOW WEE.
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| *Not an ostrich egg. |
Two different people assumed that I somehow dyed that cauliflower and one person asked if I made the mint chocolate malt balls, so I think my reputation as
an insane person a great hostess is pretty solid. I must be doing something right, based on this sweet hostess gift from
Regan.
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| Note the "8 Hour Scent System." That means I'm going to smell like Celtic Rapids for like 16 hours a week! |
If that's not enough proof, I think the fact that we accidentally invoked the St. Patrick's Day Spectre means that it was a pretty good party beyond a doubt.
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| Roaming the earth in traditional plastic robes. |
