About 500 years ago, or between 1995 & the end of 1996, I had dinner parties every Monday night. I called them Experimental Dinners because I was always experimenting with recipes. Most were great. Once or twice I ordered pizza.

I haven’t cooked regularly in a long time. It was March 2006, actually, when I stopped cooking. I eat a lot of cereal for dinner and frozen dinners. Honestly, some of them are pretty good. I go out to lunch pretty frequently too.

Really? I gotta knock it off. So I invited people over for dinner. Now, it’s been awhile since I cooked for anyone, so I chose the safest of people: my sister, her husband and the children. Y’all, it was *fun*. We had an amazing pork roast, thanks to my pal Andi (recipe tomorrow), mashed potatoes and corn and ice cream in waffle bowls for dessert. Yum.

Not that there weren’t pitfalls along the way. Remember the gas grill I finally got put together? Well, I went to buy a propane tank for it (which, btw, I was calling “the gas thingie” until my friend T told me yesterday, “Barbara! It’s a propane tank! Had *I* been there you would have gotten the right thing!) Which sort of gives away my point – I bought the wrong damned thing. The guy at the store told me to buy this little one, which is for, like a camping grill or something. I didn’t know it, though, until too late, so I broiled the damned porkloin. It was still fabulous. Also, I realized that I invited 4 people over and I only have 4 plates. Oops! I used a salad plate, no big deal. Also, I don’t have a dining room table so we ate in the living room.

Afterwards, my niece and nephew entertained us with silliness, we watched a DVD of “The Big Bang Theory” (which I can’t say enough that you people ALL should rent and watch the first episode of the first season. So freaking funny.)

By the way, if T were here, my window AC probably wouldn’t still be in the window. I am going to have to be a big girl and do it my dog gone self. Pester me about it, will you?