This may be an uncool thing to admit, but I’ve always been enthralled with the idea of playing hostess for dinner parties. I don’t know where this fantasy came from, exactly. But given the fact that I really like to cook (and am very good at it!), love hanging out with my friends, and derive great joy from cooking for more people than just me, it’s not at all unusual that I love the idea of hosting a dinner party.
Aside from the dumpling party I host annually on Chinese New Year, I don’t frequently have people over at my apartment for dinner. There are a bunch of reasons for this: I’m often working late or irregular hours, my apartment is small and I can’t fit a lot of people comfortably, and dinners can take a lot of work and if my week’s been exhausting, I’m going to opt to go out to eat with friends instead of have them over. As a result, 2016 nearly slipped right through my fingers before I got my act together and had some friends over for dinner like a full-fledged adult.