The Return of The Supper Club

   Long ago in an America far away in our memories and close to our hearts there was a perfect suburban land. A place filled with happy marriages, perfectly clean houses, meals to die for on the table every night, husbands home on time, children living only for our approval and dinner parties or supper clubs with neighbors and friends we loved. At least in our heads it existed. We all know that isn't the reality but there were magical aspects of that era of life in this country. Today we buzz around as if the world is dependent on our posted opinions, our style, our ability to have it all. They aren't of course and some of us have begun to not only long for that perfect era in our head but are trying to bring back the good parts of it.
   For me, I miss cooking recipes that were down to earth, flavorful, beloved by so many. I am a natural cook and a very good baker by most standards. I want to make a floating island, I want to sip a proper cocktail, I want to make jello molds with interesting flavors, I want to rejuvenate the complicated casseroles of days gone by. Go take out your old cookbooks(I collect the by the hundreds and I mean it) and read through, remember how much love we had for this food? It didn't go anywhere, we just got busy and forgot how good the food and conversation could be.
   I have begun the process of beginning again to try and revive the bliss of a supper club with people I like in order to spread the love. Starting tomorrow at church I will be bringing crab canapes and a chocolate cherry sheet cake. Soon after I am holding my first supper club dinner and hoping it becomes a monthly thing everyone wants to be a part of. A place for a good meal, good conversation and a set of recipe cards to take home. A starting point for people to begin again to fall in love with home, old tablecloths, table setting, some conversation and some realness again.
   In a world gone mad we need a ham casserole, maybe a baked Alaska and a proper cocktail with people to remember that during that perfect time in our retro thoughts there was also chaos but still supper clubs and dinner parties.