This Must Be the Place

Me being me, one of the first things I did after we moved was go hunting for people to cook with. Having no luck with Meetup.com, I went bac...

It seems that we are going to try to keep the club going, though perhaps going down to bi-monthly meetings--at least, we're skipping Jul...

OK, so I am way behind on my blogging. The kids have been passing a cold and a stomach bug around, which cut into the time I had hoped to u...

Last Tuesday I found out that Pam C., the founder and organizer of our supper club and a woman I have been pleased to consider a friend, pas...

More than once on Sunday I found myself thinking, Bloody French and their bloody batteries de cuisine . Of course, I am given to understand ...

We were even more slapdash than usual this month, the theme being sent out on Friday before we met on Sunday. I dithered for a while and sai...

I'm going to use this to keep track of the ideas we've already used, and those we might want to use in the future, and will bump the...

One of our club's longest-standing traditions is that in December we go out for dinner and do a cookie swap, freeing everyone up from ha...

For this iteration of the "host picks the theme" plan, our host settled on "foods from Massachusetts" or reasonable facs...

Supper clubs tend to evolve the way they do things over time. For this month, rather than have the whole group try to wrangle out a theme, w...

A bit of an odd theme perhaps, but I was willing to go with the flow. There were only three of this month, and we met at P's little cond...

"All men are a pain in the ass." So declared my friend K halfway through the evening, to much giggling. It was a small group of us...

It was a smaller group than usual, but a convivial evening as always. The conversation ranged over countless topics, but it was mostly famil...

Our supper club met Sunday, March 9 in Shrewsbury, with five of us attending. After the rain on Saturday, the weather had turned clear and c...