Book club just ended. People have left. My kitchen is tidied. My dishwasher is running. I love hosting book club. I think I may have started a book club at work as an excuse to invite people over and feed them. Although, I also love having people over with the pretense of talking about literature. I really should have been an English major in college; I love to talk books. But really, I think the overwhelming need for book club comes from me wanting to have social events in my home. I love hosting.
This round we read Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh. Only two (of the now six) of us finished it. Me and Erin, who chose it. Erin is the only one of us who has read all of the books. But I digress. We found Waugh off-putting for various reasons. It was a hard book to get in to, and a hard book to like since he did not seem to like any of his characters. That didn't preclude us from having good conversation about the book, and of course not at all when discussion of the book was over. I also like the people in book club a great deal. Especially those that stay late.
We try and have a themed drink around our chosen book. This book, Andy brought bottles of Prosecco with him. Since the characters drank champagne the whole time, it seemed very fitting. (Joe also made gin drinks, which also seeemed appropriate.) I made a bunch of food that was totally incongruent with the book - Mediterranean food (or approximations thereof). I made meatballs, tabbouleh, and a lemon tart. They were all a hit; especially the tart. It's so nice when you don't screw up the food you're making for your guests. Now I'm off to bed. This was all very tired-making.
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