We are packing boxes and suitcases getting ready to move and go on vacation for two months. Although I am an organized, scheduled, calendar-loving doobie, I'm a little overwhelmed. So my good friend invited us over for dinner. Not just any dinner. A crazy dinner.
The food was normal. In fact, it was delicious! So what made it crazy? The tableware. Instead of using plates, forks, spoons, and cups we used random utensils and containers. Each person drew numbers and letters out of a hat and then chose the corresponding item. It was an absolute riot! Here are some pics to help you out. This is Number 2 eating on a diaper wipe container with a potato-masher and drinking from a dosage cup. I was surprised at how well he managed to scoop up pudding and pasta with that thing.
There were challenges involved. I felt like a big winner because I got a 9x13 cake pan, a rice paddle, and a baby teacup. None of my food was touching and I could fit quite a lot into my mouth at once. Unlike the hostess who got corn cob holders, a small lid, and a teapot.
In the second picture, Number 1 overcame the challenge of how to fit a spatula into a muffin tin, but she just used the handle. Using a sippy cup was kind of a blow for this young lady, but she was thankful anyway. With adults at one table and kids at the other, I couldn't tell who was having more fun. When we had to correct or discipline the kids, it was hard to take my host seriously as he ate with a slotted spoon out of a Bundt pan drinking from a pink baby bottle.
Although Number 3 was devastated she did not get to drink out of the honey bear, she made good use of the pitcher, especially sitting next to her brother with the dosage cup. While she filled that thing full of grape soda, he took little shots of carbonated beverages and refilled about 20 times.
On nights like these, I can't imagine my life without Russia. When would I have ever met these wonderful, creative people? When would we have opportunity to share our lives on a daily basis irregardless of schedules and preferences? Please don't mistake me. When I come to your house for a visit, plates and forks will be just fine. I'll just be glad I'm there.
