(Racism is wrong, ok readers? In order for you to be allowed to be a smartass and refer to your club teasingly as a supremacist organization, you must have at least one ethnic other in the midst. In our case, that is me.)
(Plus, I'm pretty sure I was the one that first started calling us the KKK. I like alliteration.)
This post will show you how we got through the Cold Butt of Winter this time around. Given that this was my second year up here, the novelty of the inaugural first October snow, first minus thirty cold snap, first freezing of eyelashes upon leaving the house... it had worn off.
Our good friend Laura came up with starting a supper club this Winter that would go beyond your typical potluck. We've got a bunch of foodies in our circle up here. We've also got a bunch of enthusiastic folks that realllllllly like to dress up. So, she harnessed our restless energy and proposed a monthly event where a couple would host a themed dinner, provide the main entree, the ambience and set the stage in terms of attire. The other couples would bring appies, sides and desserts that fit the food theme, and all would be well.
What follows will be our antics from the last few months...