RecipeMuncher

Mr. SGCC and I went to a fancy cocktail party several weeks ago. It was the kind of party where everybody spoke in hushed tones, hors d’oeuvres were passed on silver trays and champagne was poured into real crystal flutes. The kind of party where you feel obligated to squeeze your feet into high heels and risk killing, or at least maiming yourself. Yawn! The buffet table was just lovely though, laden with platters of impeccably displayed, mouthwatering morsels and mile-high vases of l (...)