A dinner invitation, once accepted, is a sacred obligation. If you die before the dinner takes place, your executor must attend.
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Any celebration meal to which guests are invited, be they family or friends, should be an occasion for generous hospitality.
Funny you mention my dinner parties when I have just suggested that inviting close friends over to share a meal with candlelight and wine at your table could be a form of religious experience for some people. To me it's a form of sacrament.
The man of petty ambition if invited to dinner will be eager to be set next his host.
To my great surprise and pleasure, I have had dinner with most of the people living with whom I would like to have dinner.
Of course, it does depend on the people, but sometimes I'm invited places to kind of brighten up a dinner table like a musician who'll play the piano after dinner, and I know you're not really invited for yourself. You're just an ornament.
I mean, I can cook, but I'd get very nervous having my food being judged by dinner guests.
Feasts must be solemn and rare, or else they cease to be feasts.
I consider a good dinner party at our house to be where people drink and eat more than they're meant to. My husband is a really fantastic cook. His mother is Italian and if you walk into our house, we assume you're starving.
Back in the really olden days, dinner was seldom a ceremonial event for U.S. families. Only the very wealthy had a separate dining room. For most, meals were informal, a kind of rolling refueling; often only the men sat down.
When I met my husband, I refused to invite him home for Passover because I was embarrassed my mother might serve all the catered dishes in the wrong order.