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a fancy dinner party

To celebrate my birthday this year I decided to host a dinner party. I created the menu, bought the groceries, and spent the whole day in the kitchen. Dinner parties have always been a passion for me, ever since I was in middle school. I loved getting out the fine china and dressing up for no reason. It feels nice.

Unfortunately, none of my friends could make it, but we still had a lovely dinner with family. It was a great night with the company of my favorite Amy, my parents, my sweetheart of course, and my uncle Mark, which was an unexpected and pleasant addition.

Dinner began with a salad of fresh romaine lettuce, strawberries, walnuts, and a blush wine vinaigrette. The appetizer was beautiful shrimp-kabobs with melon, pineapple, and peppers. The Mardi Gras inspired main course was roasted mandarin Cajun chicken, with jambalaya rice and grilled Cajun veggies. I also made a delicious champagne lemonade cocktail that will certainly be on my list for years to come.

The most extravagant menu item I made was the dessert, Tiramisu. It was the first time I have ever attempted the Italian dessert, and it was definitely a challenge! After substituting ingredients and altering the recipe slightly to fit my taste (and cabinets), I ended up with my own personal variation of Tiramisu, and everyone agreed it was quite delicious.

After dinner and coffee we all sat around and enjoyed a new 3D movie on my mom's new TV. It is huge. The movie was about the grand canyon, and the graphics were beautiful. It certainly exceeded my expectations for 3D television. Jonathan also got to try out a 3D game on his PS3, which was also very cool. I can't wait for more adventures, even if TV isn't my favorite hobby.

Everything said and done, it was a very nice day. I'm glad that it's only early Sunday morning, and I still have another day to relax with my sweetheart.























Until next time,
Angela Kelly

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