Last night, my friend Christine invited four of us and our kids to stay for spaghetti after a playgroup at her house. While she certainly did all the real cooking (the creamy roasted tomato sauce was amazing and I’m hoping she’ll post the recipe here), the informality of the evening and the way people pitched in made it feel like a Cooking With Friends night.
At least three people stirred the sauce, others mixed salad dressing, put garlic bread in the oven to bake and set the table. Moms served kids fruit and even one dad showed up after work to join the fun. There were sippy cups to be filled with milk, babies to be held and bibs to be fastened. I got to know Christine’s kitchen well as I searched for a large serving spoon and navigated the childproofing system on the drawers. Her dining room was full of laughter and enjoyment together of good food, the most natural and casual of dinner parties.