Keffiyeh Party in the Rumpus Room May 31, 2008
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For you, Dr. Z.
It’s a BYOK party in my Rumpus Room tonight. GH is out of town so I fixed this great dish to pass.

Only a few hours until party time. Must check the American Woman’s Cookbook for guidance on entertaining in the Rumpus Room.
All Rumpus Room parties are of the most informal type and the menus planned should reflect this spirit. Picnic menus serve best: hamburgers and wieners on rolls, small steaks, chops and bacon, sandwiches, whole pickles, radishes, tomatoes, olives, deviled eggs, whole fruit, doughnuts and cider, beer, lemonade or ginger ale.
If there is a fireplace, use it for the camp cookery children enjoy on hikes – potatoes, sweet potatoes, whole eggs or onions done in the hot ashes. Clever boys and their fathers will be able to manage more complicated things.
Entertainment takes the form of games.
Oh, heavens! Keffiyehs and doughnuts? no no no . . . And, where on earth will I find clever boys and their fathers to handle “more complicated things?” Something like this, perhaps?

Yum.
I’ll be wearing nothing BUT my keffiyeh and my new Jimmy Choos. Who needs games?




“Melt the fat in the blazer” ?
Forget the Jimmy Choos – I’m heading to Nordstrom to find that blazer.
And then apply it directly to my thighs.
Have fun tonight!
If the clever boys are over 18 and/or their fathers are single, send them over here. I’ll show ‘em “complicated”!
I’m totally puzzled – what IS that recipe you have pictured? Gigantic asparagus w/some sort of cream sauce?
suespez: Asparagus Logs with Creamy Goodness Sauce
(I can’t make up crap like that )
How totally great! What a cool idea! A Rumpus Room Keffiyeh Party! Can I lick the spoon?
Good Lord! How did I miss this? keffiyeh party w/Jimmy Choos?
I may have died and gone to heaven
We waited for you to show. Honest. But, once Dr. Z removed his underpants and started begging to wear my Jimmy Choos, there was no going back.
Next time, darling. Next time.