On Thank You Notes
I am a big believer in hand written notes. My reasoning is as follows: it takes more effort to send a handwritten note and people deserve a little effort. My rule of thumb is when in doubt, send a thank you note.
Etiquette Analysis: On Dating
“How far may a girl run after a man? Cat-like, she may do a little stalking! But “run”? Not a step. The freedom of today allows her to go meet him halfway, but the girl who runs, runs after a man who runs faster” Emily Post (1945). Etiquette, 177.
Sometimes, It’s Okay To Be Shellfish
Nothing signals summer quite like a lobster roll and it’s a dinner party dish that is sure to please.
Fried Chicken…Again
Apologies for the redundancy but frying chicken deserves more than a recipe card. I would like to make certain difficult culinary endeavors easier for you, the reader and hopefully you, the cook.
Etiquette Analysis: Conversation II
“Of all the qualities that make us likable, none is greater than tact… The tactless person causes nothing but distress wherever he goes.” Emily Post (1945), Etiquette, 593.
Finger Lickin’ Good
Pardon me as I make a bold statement: fried chicken is a failsafe crowd pleaser. It’s safe to assume it is not a meal people eat regularly and so they are often delighted by being served a crispy, crunchy, salty platter of fried chicken. It is a great casual food but is equally as fun to serve at a fancy dinner.
The Bar Cart
Well-styled bar carts have had plenty of moments through the years on social media; beautiful bottles and elaborate glassware all placed perfectly on trays or carts or countertops. But a bar cart, when you reside in a studio apartment, has to be more than just an attractive design element. With limited space, it has to be practical.
Etiquette Analysis: Candles
“May candles ever be lighted on a dining table in the daytime? A.V.L. Maplewood, New York No, expect late in the aldy and if the curtains are drawn. Candles placed on the table to be lighted at a later hour, as the tea or reception wears on, should have their wicks charred” - Amy Vanderbilt, 1952, pg. 67