Every summer for the last three, we have Himself’s office’s Summer Associates over for, not so much a sing for your supper night, but close. We call it Cranky Pasta Night where our guests have to crank their own pasta for dinner. While Sinatra and his buddies croon in the background, we sip a nice red wine, and crank away at a huge mound of dough until the clothes hangers are full of delicious strands of pasta waiting to be boiled to a perfect al dente. Always a memorable night of long, relaxing, but lively conversation, and very full bellies.
Do you have annual parties? What kind?