Ready For Guests

Thalia Heckroth Blog

My grandparents loved to entertain.  I’m not talking about just the occasional have some friends over for dinner.  I am talking the dinner and cocktail parties that filled the house.  They were known for throwing some great parties back in the day.

When my grandparents had their house built following World War II, they decided the three biggest rooms in their house needed to be their kitchen, living room and dinning room.  While that kitchen had an eat in area for the family meals, the whole kitchen was just as big, if not bigger, than the living room and the dinning room.  When my grandparents had a party, the kitchen had every surface covered in food and the smells filled the house.

The gatherings became bigger when my grandparents got the family farm.  They would have these massive Brunswick Stews that were just amazing to see come together.  Of course, while all of this may sound extravagant, a lot of the work was done by myself and all of my cousins.  We would all pitch in and help our grandmother cook, we tended bar, parked cars, served the guests and so on and so forth.  For as much as we all hated having to work at these things as children…we laugh non-stop now as we tell the stories to this day.

I swear my grandparents’ love of entertaining rubbed off on all of us though.  Well, I have two cousins who don’t like to entertain, but my brother, sister, other cousins and I…we love a good excuse to have friends over for dinner or to throw a party.  We all are notorious for buying more food and alcohol than is needed for the event.  Our houses are cleaned top to bottom.  We all do all in our power to help our guests feel welcome and at home.

Sometimes I think entertaining friends and family like that has become a lost art.  Don’t get me wrong, as I have gotten older I have found that I function much better for long periods of time in smaller groups and when I have a party, I typically max out the guest list at somewhere between 10 and 20 people.  Back in my younger days though, I used to throw these larger Labor Day potluck parties that turned into block parties in my old neighborhood.  They were so much fun and to hear my friends tell me that they had a great time at a gathering, that is just the most rewarding feeling to know you helped give them a good memory.

I miss the days of the dinner parties with friends and just finding an excuse to cook up a bunch of food and have friends over to my house.  I am hoping that once I finish school in a few weeks that I might be able to have a small dinner party.  I don’t mind the entertaining, prepping or cleaning…I just want an excuse to get together with my friends, eat well and share stories while we all catch up on each other’s lives.

Should I include you on the guest list?

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Cae – Flurry Earrings & Necklace; Snowfall Charm Bracelet
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Thalia Heckroth – Serena Pants
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Foxcity – Stairs (Standing) – 5

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220ML
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Apple Fall
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Elderflower Cordial
Hydrangea Bunch – Wine
Nectarines w/ Basket
New York Apartment

BellaRose
MissPriss Tea SET

dust bunny
homemade soup . prep board

hive
basket of pears

Merak
Bowls Stack
Bread Loaf
Coffee Station
Cups Stack
Drawers Counter
Plates Stack
Shelf Counter
Shelf Counter 2
Stack of Spoons
Wooden Boards

MudHoney
Kitchen Clutter Bowls
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Kitchen Clutter Plates
Kitchen Clutter Small Plates

The Bearded Guy
Coffee Maker – Tasty Set

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