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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cAQ3k5cSp7ImA9WhRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:17:22.729-05:00</updated><category term="goodfoodstories" /><category term="jamie oliver" /><category term="starters" /><category term="salad" /><category term="brunch" /><category term="thanksgiving" /><category term="christmas" /><category term="newyearseve" /><category term="no-cook" /><category term="guest post" /><category term="mishaps" /><category term="valentine's day" /><category term="sauces" /><category term="birthdays" /><category term="design*sponge" /><category term="travel" /><category term="knive skills" /><category term="snacks" /><category term="tasting table" /><category term="what's for dinner" /><category term="bonappetit" /><category term="picnic" /><category term="OPP" /><category term="letters" /><category term="alinea" /><category term="desserts" /><category term="mabel" /><category term="victory" /><category term="spoon" /><category term="hors d'oeuvres" /><category term="etiquette" /><category term="politics" /><category term="main dishes" /><category term="weeknight dinners" /><category term="sides" /><category term="party tips" /><category term="music" /><category term="links" /><category term="edible gift" /><category term="misc" /><category term="cookbooks" /><category term="lunch" /><category term="obama" /><category term="housekeeping" /><category term="dessert" /><category term="giveaway" /><category term="shelterrific" /><category term="twitter" /><category term="dinners on the cheap" /><category term="drinks" /><category term="gluten-free" /><category term="rendang" /><category term="flowers" /><title>dinner party</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>451</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/adinnerparty/phhN" /><feedburner:info uri="adinnerparty/phhn" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMEQ3o_cCp7ImA9WhRaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3620945572010425347</id><published>2012-02-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:00:02.448-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T09:00:02.448-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mabel" /><title>a note fromm mabel</title><summary type="html">  Mabel heere.

Woh, look at me. I am soo sleepee. Mommee tuk thes peechtur after thes peeple-dog cam to my haus. They colled it a baybee. Wot is this? I thot. It loked like a leetle peeple but crowled on the flor and stol my toys lik a dog. And it beet Mommees fingur with its shorp teth. Wot was this theng theenking? Onlee I can do thees to Mommee!

The other peeple care-eed peeple-dog into the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/PoaeG_CrV64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3620945572010425347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3620945572010425347" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3620945572010425347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3620945572010425347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/PoaeG_CrV64/note-fromm-mabel.html" title="a note fromm mabel" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1y-tsaMpz0/Tzan7tmyIoI/AAAAAAAACsM/dZbIYZOZosI/s72-c/P1080104.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/02/note-fromm-mabel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQng8fSp7ImA9WhRaEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3331172237440973626</id><published>2012-02-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:00:03.675-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T09:00:03.675-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentine's day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links" /><title>link-o-rama, valentine's day edition</title><summary type="html">I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day, but I love any excuse to make something sweet. So if you're looking for last-minute treats to make for your valentine, or friends, or co-workers, here are some fun ideas.

Food + Wine's most beautiful desserts [via F+W]

Two-ingredient chocolate mousse [via Food52]

15 easy dessert recipes for Valentine's Day [via iVillage Food]

The Kitchn's best chocolate &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/H3W5ahWoGJY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3331172237440973626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3331172237440973626" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3331172237440973626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3331172237440973626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/H3W5ahWoGJY/link-o-rama-valentines-day-edition.html" title="link-o-rama, valentine's day edition" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_-A3guQS6w/TzamXcZnZnI/AAAAAAAACsE/RvUHZrlhRNw/s72-c/P1080081.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/02/link-o-rama-valentines-day-edition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ERX0zcSp7ImA9WhRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6999480651445768066</id><published>2012-02-06T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:00:04.389-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T09:00:04.389-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brunch" /><title>sleeper hits</title><summary type="html">Another weekend, another brunch. Maybe I should change the name of this blog to Brunch Party?

Thankfully, this brunch was more successful, food-wise, than the last one. There was also a bottle of prosecco involved, which makes everything taste better.
Our friend Julie came over to meet Mabel (and see us, of course) so I made a sausage and chard frittata, a pretty winter citrus salad with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/U-DrFc5NL5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/6999480651445768066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=6999480651445768066" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6999480651445768066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6999480651445768066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/U-DrFc5NL5Y/sleeper-hits.html" title="sleeper hits" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZRwiwFUFyc/Ty1h5ynHtCI/AAAAAAAACr8/3fwrqIsodCU/s72-c/P1080120.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/02/sleeper-hits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcEQno8eCp7ImA9WhRUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-2028514696150314337</id><published>2012-01-30T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:00:03.470-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T09:00:03.470-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brunch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mishaps" /><title>bad news brunch</title><summary type="html">Cute baby strikes again!

Cute baby (Aya, to the rest of the world) and her parents came over for brunch last Sunday and I had a very nice menu all planned out. And then they arrived and Mabel went a little nuts and I was so bewitched by Aya’s cuteness that I overcooked the fancy baked eggs.
I bought special ramekins to cook those damn eggs, and they ended up being practically hard boiled. D’oh!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/N2VWExnaxz0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/2028514696150314337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=2028514696150314337" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/2028514696150314337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/2028514696150314337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/N2VWExnaxz0/bad-news-brunch.html" title="bad news brunch" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CJHkZy2ZZk/TyQj041jcEI/AAAAAAAACrc/lOWP_13jesg/s72-c/P1080139.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/01/bad-news-brunch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMESXo_fSp7ImA9WhRUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3668320188762577688</id><published>2012-01-26T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:00:08.445-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T09:00:08.445-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hors d'oeuvres" /><title>crostini with pears, goat cheese, thyme and honey</title><summary type="html">Is really, really good. You should make it now. And don't skimp on the black pepper. That is all.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/BObGRlAgcBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3668320188762577688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3668320188762577688" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3668320188762577688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3668320188762577688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/BObGRlAgcBc/crostini-with-pears-goat-cheese-thyme.html" title="crostini with pears, goat cheese, thyme and honey" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v68YsDFe4n8/TxydlbzWgeI/AAAAAAAACrM/6IJkvIPpQrI/s72-c/P1080128.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/01/crostini-with-pears-goat-cheese-thyme.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQXY_fSp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6533780429361523000</id><published>2012-01-23T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:23:20.845-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T16:23:20.845-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="main dishes" /><title>the vegetarian question</title><summary type="html">Vegetarian dinner guests are often met with a mixture of disdain and contempt. Many chefs outright loathe people who don't eat meat. Vegans? Forget about it. 

All this hatred is so misguided. Vegetarians, in my experience, are downright apologetic about their lifestyle choice. "Oh, don't go out of your way," they'll say. "I'll eat around the meat!" I found myself saying this when I was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/oTqLJglTFUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/6533780429361523000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=6533780429361523000" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6533780429361523000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6533780429361523000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/oTqLJglTFUo/vegetarian-question.html" title="the vegetarian question" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pf_0dPB_yc4/Txyc6-egFgI/AAAAAAAACq8/o-1u2oCAN48/s72-c/P1080135.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/01/vegetarian-question.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERHw_eyp7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-5412221412976545338</id><published>2012-01-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:00:05.243-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T09:00:05.243-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what's for dinner" /><title>what's for dinner, sarah schiear?</title><summary type="html">People, I found someone who likes to throw dinner parties as much as me. Or possibly more! Sarah Schiear, food editor and author of food blog 20something cupcakes, is a dinner party machine. Food Network, give this woman her own show! Whether she's hosting a cocktail party, a boozy brunch or a fancy dinner for two, she's an expert at crafting delicious menus (and cocktails, lots of cocktails). &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/-NSubMWx7rE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/5412221412976545338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=5412221412976545338" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/5412221412976545338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/5412221412976545338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/-NSubMWx7rE/whats-for-dinner-sarah-schiear.html" title="what's for dinner, sarah schiear?" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTvQqoZw0UE/TwiLrhELBPI/AAAAAAAACq0/GXKnk48VvD0/s72-c/sarah.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/01/whats-for-dinner-sarah-schiear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EBR3k7cCp7ImA9WhRVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-831872779838805959</id><published>2012-01-09T09:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:34:16.708-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T11:34:16.708-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>dinner party inspiration for 2012</title><summary type="html">I put up our new calendar in the kitchen last week. Nothing makes you feel more aware of the possibility and uncertainty of a new year as a blank calendar. Leafing through our 2011 calendar, I noticed all of the dinner dates and parties written on so many little white squares. What will this year bring? What friendships will be forged, which farflung friends will pay us a visit, how many precious&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/hstoT1qfuoo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/831872779838805959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=831872779838805959" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/831872779838805959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/831872779838805959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/hstoT1qfuoo/dinner-party-inspiration-for-2012.html" title="dinner party inspiration for 2012" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D48vsaDrafE/TwiIZfXkdiI/AAAAAAAACqs/Ou1nmpp_8Gg/s72-c/P1030953.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2012/01/dinner-party-inspiration-for-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcESXk8cSp7ImA9WhRXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3897369182392327476</id><published>2011-12-21T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:00:08.779-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T09:00:08.779-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mabel" /><title>a note fromm mabel</title><summary type="html">Mabel heer.

Mommee told me wot a creest-mas is, so i wont to weesh you a mery  creest-mas with manee bones and kookies and tumy skreetches and leezards  and al the theengs you wont. And laying on the bak of the cowch as much  as you wont. And if you dont have a creest-mas at your hous, I hope you  get manee treets aneway.

Hapy new yeare! 

Sinseerlee,
Mabel&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/4_tcBTdJiVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3897369182392327476/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3897369182392327476" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3897369182392327476?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3897369182392327476?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/4_tcBTdJiVU/note-fromm-mabel_21.html" title="a note fromm mabel" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSZUajm6_hQ/TvE4fVFbAMI/AAAAAAAACqk/B7Hd-youAIM/s72-c/P1080073.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/12/note-fromm-mabel_21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCRX85cSp7ImA9WhRXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-7322547100377189302</id><published>2011-12-19T09:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:07:44.129-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T10:07:44.129-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="main dishes" /><title>how i learned to stop worrying and love ham hocks</title><summary type="html">Throwing a dinner party is like learning to ride a bike. With practice, you get over that initial shakiness and stop worrying about crashing and (literally) burning.

I have plenty of practice, so it's not often that I am wracked with uncertainty about dinner parties. But then my friend Casey and I made plans for dinner on a Wednesday night and I had no clue what to serve.

Casey is one of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/_sJGD4ZwgKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/7322547100377189302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=7322547100377189302" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/7322547100377189302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/7322547100377189302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/_sJGD4ZwgKw/how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-love.html" title="how i learned to stop worrying and love ham hocks" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uXcghH6n9CA/Tu5__1OpPNI/AAAAAAAACqM/jMWnNyaBwRo/s72-c/P1080078.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/12/how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-and-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQnw4eCp7ImA9WhRXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-2401808002250496560</id><published>2011-12-19T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:09:13.230-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T19:09:13.230-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hors d'oeuvres" /><title>a salad for all places</title><summary type="html">Maybe you’re expecting a detailed account of everything I cooked for Thanksgiving. If so, I am sorry to disappoint you. My mother-in-law hosted and made a lovely spread and I hardly cooked at all. Between writing about turkey for a solid month straight, traveling with an excited little dog, and being plain exhausted, I fell short in the cooking department this year. Of course I tried—I had a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/3eyVaYW_uiU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/2401808002250496560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=2401808002250496560" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/2401808002250496560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/2401808002250496560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/3eyVaYW_uiU/salad-for-all-places.html" title="a salad for all places" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uDe_cZFhnys/TtpueqwDj8I/AAAAAAAACp0/rBssd7YXdLQ/s72-c/P1070926.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/12/salad-for-all-places.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFQn45eip7ImA9WhRQGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-5620329494870895474</id><published>2011-12-15T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:11:53.022-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T12:11:53.022-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="edible gift" /><title>italian pickled vegetables</title><summary type="html">It’s holiday gift time! Like you, I have joined the bleary-eyed mob, searching for sweaters and scented soaps and anything that seems remotely “gift-worthy,” as the lady mags say. While it can be fun picking things out for people, all of this consumerism gets to me and I have to counteract it with some made-from-scratch presents. 

I’ve made pepper jelly and mustard and candy and always make &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/Qclvv73ekc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/5620329494870895474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=5620329494870895474" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/5620329494870895474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/5620329494870895474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/Qclvv73ekc0/italian-pickled-vegetables.html" title="italian pickled vegetables" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jM0QbZrMrjQ/TukE9NdzqpI/AAAAAAAACqE/I9ELfaaOLow/s72-c/P1080059.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/12/italian-pickled-vegetables.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQHo4cCp7ImA9WhRRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-1542275861135365559</id><published>2011-12-01T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:00:01.438-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T09:00:01.438-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mabel" /><title>a note fromm mabel</title><summary type="html">Mabel heer.
Peepel hav askt me to rite agen so I wil tel you my doings. So Mommee and Daddee put me in a smoll bag, very ruff-like, and we went in a noysee thing to a werm gud-smelling place calt floreda for theenks-geeving. 
I stil dont know wat a theenks-geeving is, but manee peepel wer ther. I  jomped on them to say hello and sneefed the fud but did not eet any  becuz I am gud now. Mommee and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/9boKTSeZtNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/1542275861135365559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=1542275861135365559" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/1542275861135365559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/1542275861135365559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/9boKTSeZtNg/note-fromm-mabel.html" title="a note fromm mabel" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rPn_dIg2qQ/TtbdFQLS5EI/AAAAAAAACpk/3_yiCM_6-pE/s72-c/P1080041.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/12/note-fromm-mabel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGQH88eCp7ImA9WhRSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3795513126690950988</id><published>2011-11-21T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:00:21.170-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-21T09:00:21.170-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links" /><title>link-o-rama, turkey day edition</title><summary type="html">
I'm taking off for Thanksgiving, but not without several links to help you firm up those last-minute turkey day menu plans. This year, my mother-in-law is doing the honors, but I am bringing my cranberry sauce and a dog who may or may not behave.

However you're spending Thanksgiving, have a great one!

55 side dishes for Thanksgiving [via iVillage Food]

5 ways to dress up boxed stuffing [via &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/6UCjOxKBfXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3795513126690950988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3795513126690950988" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3795513126690950988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3795513126690950988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/6UCjOxKBfXc/link-o-rama-turkey-day-edition.html" title="link-o-rama, turkey day edition" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvAe4IoV1Yo/TsLf8pz9V_I/AAAAAAAACpE/bY9H-ZQqBRU/s72-c/P1040204.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/11/link-o-rama-turkey-day-edition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAESX84eip7ImA9WhRSEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6297718898420115679</id><published>2011-11-14T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:25:08.132-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T14:25:08.132-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="main dishes" /><title>sweet potato ravioli with cheese broth</title><summary type="html">As my furry correspondent reported, dinner did not go so well the other weekend. You know, biting and all. But it was her first dinner party so I chalk it up to nerves.

It was still fun, however. We drank many gin and tonics and listened to the new Wilco album (very good) and celebrated some great news and marveled at the cuteness of Mabel and ate one of my favorite dishes in all of Brooklyn: &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/cEQfcj3HINw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/6297718898420115679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=6297718898420115679" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6297718898420115679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6297718898420115679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/cEQfcj3HINw/sweet-potato-ravioli-with-cheese-broth.html" title="sweet potato ravioli with cheese broth" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-_J8KLtHc/Tr_-ldB0I5I/AAAAAAAACo0/7LkqvJkizYY/s72-c/P1070934.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/11/sweet-potato-ravioli-with-cheese-broth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQXszeCp7ImA9WhRXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-1573316092341473455</id><published>2011-11-11T09:00:00.066-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:20:30.580-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T15:20:30.580-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mabel" /><title>a note fromm mabel</title><summary type="html">Mabel heer.

I know I am just a dog but I need to tell you peeple what hap-end. Most  nites, I stay with Mommee and Daddee. They eet their fud on the grownd  and I sneef and sneef and they say, "No, Mabel!" but I can smell what  they are eeting. And then we sit on the couch very klos and it is so nice and I  fall a sleep.

But the other nite, two more peeple came in my house. One was very loud,  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/2N09xWMDdJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/1573316092341473455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=1573316092341473455" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/1573316092341473455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/1573316092341473455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/2N09xWMDdJw/note-fromm-mabel.html" title="a note fromm mabel" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9QoGTle9Xg/Trw9YR3d6oI/AAAAAAAACok/ZDmnZRrM6Ug/s72-c/P1070914.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/11/note-fromm-mabel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERX8_fCp7ImA9WhRTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-4978754602714576098</id><published>2011-11-02T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:00:04.144-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T09:00:04.144-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brunch" /><title>a better brunch</title><summary type="html">Friends in town for the weekend usually equals brunch. For cooler folks, I guess it equals drinks and maybe dancing on tables, but for various reasons, Dan and I are brunch people. The thing is, I don't like going out for brunch. I don't like paying $10 for eggs. I don't like waiting in line. I don't like being rushed through my meal. And I really don't like those cheap, "bottomless" mimosas.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/hfcd7zGEe48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/4978754602714576098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=4978754602714576098" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4978754602714576098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4978754602714576098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/hfcd7zGEe48/better-brunch.html" title="a better brunch" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVpzfk6l9_U/TrCSZcRIVuI/AAAAAAAACns/yg3pTCbq6Fw/s72-c/P1070908.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/11/better-brunch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQ3gyfCp7ImA9WhdaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6252217758562693556</id><published>2011-10-24T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:00:12.694-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T09:00:12.694-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mabel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sides" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="main dishes" /><title>dinner in doggieland</title><summary type="html">So there’s a new guest at our table. Well, under our table, I guess. Or sometimes on the couch when she is good.
Dan and I adopted Mabel about three weeks ago and I have to say I haven’t given all that much thought to cooking. I’ve baked a few loaves of pumpkin bread, tested some recipes in the great new Jamie Oliver cookbook, made many cups of coffee and tea. We’ve eaten, and eaten well, but I’&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/KtJTC6CuPZI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/6252217758562693556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=6252217758562693556" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6252217758562693556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6252217758562693556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/KtJTC6CuPZI/dinner-in-doggieland.html" title="dinner in doggieland" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FajZft78Rk/TqGRj-_mcPI/AAAAAAAACnE/BOI0GsLLIGw/s72-c/P1070865.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/10/dinner-in-doggieland.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DRno-eip7ImA9WhdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-4978165159231645715</id><published>2011-10-18T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:09:37.452-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T10:09:37.452-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brunch" /><title>pumpkin bread</title><summary type="html">It's that time of year again, folks! Time for the annual dusting off of my favorite pumpkin bread recipe. It has been proven to win over friends, loved ones, and co-workers alike. Hope you enjoy (again)!

Fall is here. The leaves are starting to turn and drop onto the sidewalk. I traded my sundresses and sandals for long sleeves and boots. And we finally put our air conditioner unit in storage, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/L0TWWukjxbY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/4978165159231645715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=4978165159231645715" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4978165159231645715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4978165159231645715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/L0TWWukjxbY/pumpkin-bread.html" title="pumpkin bread" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/Ssd4zojpy9I/AAAAAAAABXY/BKKcVZnU7Mw/s72-c/P1030721.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2009/10/pumpkin-bread.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYER3Y8fSp7ImA9WhdbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-8026380996085918403</id><published>2011-10-13T09:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:38:26.875-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T09:38:26.875-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jamie oliver" /><title>jamie oliver on cooking dinner</title><summary type="html">I don't get starry eyed over too many chefs, but Jamie Oliver is an exception. I've been a fan of his recipes since those weird early "Naked Chef" days and have been constantly impressed with all of the work he's done since then, from his London restaurant that employs at-risk teenagers to his efforts to end childhood obesity here in the U.S. His various projects are more than good P.R.; I think &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/lXtgmzMaOxM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/8026380996085918403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=8026380996085918403" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/8026380996085918403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/8026380996085918403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/lXtgmzMaOxM/jamie-oliver-on-cooking-dinner.html" title="jamie oliver on cooking dinner" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNmDmrsg2FU/Tpbpt-E4bTI/AAAAAAAACm8/QAZLsxHinpM/s72-c/jamie-oliver-horizontal-636.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/10/jamie-oliver-on-cooking-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMBQXs6fCp7ImA9WhdbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-4198775571108220919</id><published>2011-10-10T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:30:50.514-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T09:30:50.514-04:00</app:edited><title>baby brunch</title><summary type="html">

I'm not the type of person who coos over babies on the street. I'm a dog
 person. Nothing pleases me more than passing a cute dog on the 
sidewalk. I'm like a horny dude in that way. Except it's not women in 
short skirts I'm drooling over, it's well-groomed brussels griffons. 
(Swoon!) 

With few exceptions, babies don't have the same effect on me. And 
then I crossed paths with an especially &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/54XasiXF6-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/4198775571108220919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=4198775571108220919" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4198775571108220919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/4198775571108220919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/54XasiXF6-M/baby-brunch.html" title="baby brunch" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0hbyS20mY3Y/TpCqkYDQWUI/AAAAAAAACmk/dQtMcZCcIUk/s72-c/P1070788.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/10/baby-brunch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQXo4fip7ImA9WhdUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6274491397185510135</id><published>2011-09-28T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:00:00.436-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T09:00:00.436-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dessert" /><title>dessert math</title><summary type="html">File this under "totally no-brainer," but when you're pressed for time, this is the simplest, fastest dessert idea. Or dessert equation, if you will.

One part seasonal fruit:
Fall: pears, Concord grapes, apples, Asian pears, figs
Spring: strawberries, apricots
Winter: Apples, dates, dried figs, citrus
Summer: berries, peaches, plums, cherries

Plus one part store-bought cookies

Plus one part &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/krSxTKXyGNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/6274491397185510135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=6274491397185510135" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6274491397185510135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/6274491397185510135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/krSxTKXyGNg/dessert-math.html" title="dessert math" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-It18_M_n3ys/Tn5OAOYiFsI/AAAAAAAACmc/pNrHgXuV7e4/s72-c/P1070776.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/09/dessert-math.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcEQ305fyp7ImA9WhdUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-3944549970911976382</id><published>2011-09-26T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:00:02.327-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T09:00:02.327-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="main dishes" /><title>reconnecting</title><summary type="html">

So maybe my last post seemed a little sad. A close friend moving away IS sad! But one of the upsides of having friends spread out all over the place is that occasionally they visit and reconnecting with them is pretty wonderful. Knowing you have limited time together creates an urgency that makes everyone talk a little faster, laugh a little more and stay up way, way later than they should.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/JILykglXNXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/3944549970911976382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=3944549970911976382" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3944549970911976382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/3944549970911976382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/JILykglXNXc/reconnecting.html" title="reconnecting" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyhXXvkQXq4/Tn5MaBPtYLI/AAAAAAAACmQ/IwBg7LcZZb0/s72-c/P1070767.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/09/reconnecting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMRHY9eyp7ImA9WhdVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-7662378647138556200</id><published>2011-09-21T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:09:45.863-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T10:09:45.863-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dessert" /><title>good riddance</title><summary type="html">Another month, another friend leaving New York. Over the past few years, we’ve watched our friends take off in different directions – Vermont, Washington D.C., Austin, San Francisco, Anchorage(!) – for new jobs, homes, cheaper rent and a different sort of life. Living in New York is hard. It’s expensive and can wear you down, and for those reasons and others, our circle of friends is getting &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~4/Fo1tfsCfYIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adinnerparty.net/feeds/7662378647138556200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5214773609385433303&amp;postID=7662378647138556200" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/7662378647138556200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5214773609385433303/posts/default/7662378647138556200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/adinnerparty/phhN/~3/Fo1tfsCfYIM/another-month-another-friend-leaving.html" title="good riddance" /><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eaIRVI8j1Ag/SeozGZ5GrKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/oz5kPpt_CDA/S220/P1010873.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_yhz-KlZ3Q/TnYoD5xeHXI/AAAAAAAACmM/gH8uLe42BPI/s72-c/P1070759.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.adinnerparty.net/2011/09/another-month-another-friend-leaving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQERX04fCp7ImA9WhdVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5214773609385433303.post-6462131402885691209</id><published>2011-09-19T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:45:04.334-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T08:45:04.334-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="housekeeping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hors d'oeuvres" /><title>hi there</title><summary type="html">I'm back! Did you miss me? I made you these deviled eggs to apologize for my absence. (I'm sorry if you were expecting cookies.)

I didn't intend to be away for so long. But sometimes you go on vacation, and then the computer dies, and then you get really busy with work. Which means not a lot of blogging, not a lot of dinner parties.

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