I often want everything to be in place and tidy before guests come, my stress level rising in the hour before they arrive. But it’s also exhilarating to me to have a deadline to meet and be able to orchestrate in my kitchen like an seasoned conductor. When it comes together in an impressive display, I have no end of joy in serving those dishes to my loved ones. I really enjoy hosting people in my home for these and so many other reasons, but this article about “scruffy hospitality” speaks to my heart as well. While I’m not from Knoxville, as the author is, can I still jump on board with the idea of scruffy hospitality?
It’s the really good friends that I invite over for Sunday brunch or a weeknight dinner who I know won’t care about my kitchen being messy from the week or my bathroom dirty from use. They are also more than happy to eat a pot of lentils I threw together in the crock pot without a recipe, crossing my fingers it would taste good.
After hosting a brunch last week for a dear friend who was leaving Cincinnati, a couple of us agreed that the key tasks for hosting were simply scheduling a time and extending the invitation. Usually once I’ve agreed to open my home to friends on a certain day, I am inundated with offers of “what can I bring?” and other offers to help.
It’s as if we are just waiting for someone to invite us to share a meal together as friends, but the hurdle to begin often feels like one more “to do”. Everything came together so nicely and it was certainly a practice in scruffy hosting when my cake didn’t turn out anything like what I expected. It was enjoyed nevertheless among all the goodies we shared as we celebrated Liz. So, if I can be the one to get over the initial hurdle and offer my home – I will gladly do so. I have never regretted it. Especially not with these ladies.