there are stickers on the table, and it's old sourdough, but come over for french toast
During pregnancy (with all the pukes and exhaustion) I don’t really see anyone because we don’t get out much, and we rarely host. So at the end of both of my pregnancies, one of my top priorities was to get back in touch with friends I hadn’t seen for the better part of a year. My default invitation is dinner, but with two adorable children in my life, dinner feels like a herculean task. Menus. Cooking. Cleaning. I didn’t want to do it. And I didn’t for over two months.
Then, inspired by the cats, I decided I didn’t need to make dinner to invite someone over. You don’t even need food. You can just go on a walk together. You can play cars in the living room. But food is also pretty great, so I started inviting our friends over Sunday afternoon snacks. We’ve had root beer floats, or chips and salsa. Or -- and I’m not suggesting this, I’m just saying it’s happened before -- you can text them at 9:30 at night to invite them over for Costco muffins and salami. Then, because they’re your friends, because they’re good people, because they don’t judge you for this kind of stuff, they immediately text you back with a, “Hell yeaaaaaaahhhh.”
Have you sat down and shucked a pomegranate with someone you love lately? I’ve done it three times in the last two weeks, and I highly recommend it. The pretense of dinner isn’t what makes time with your friends so wonderful; It is your wonderful friends.
p.s. Five Rules for Hosting a Crappy Dinner Party (and Seeing Your Friends More Often) I read this article when I was a few weeks into my Sunday Snacks routine, and it resonated with me because I also gave up on dignified dinner invitations, and I’m seeing my friends more often.