I've been writing about dinner parties lately. A lot. As these weird, scary political times continue, I feel compelled to surround myself with people I care about and feed them. It's a sense of control, probably false, but it makes the world make sense. Something in me decided that I wanted to document these dinners. 10 years ago I bought this large Moleskin notebook and I've faithfully documented every gathering. The date, who was there and what we eat have all been noted. I'm not sure what compelled me to do this but now it's full, almost exactly 10 years after I started, and it's one of the best things I own. First and foremost it puts life into perspective. I had Bill and Lucy over two years ago? I haven't had Carrie over for 8 months? Why do I only serve chicken to Taylor and Toponia? Here it all is and it really brings home how tricky memory and nostalgia can be. I also love it for ideas. Just like we listen to particular music at certain periods of our lives, we also make particular dishes. I love seeing the waves of mole or roast chicken and the subtle evolution that takes place. I wish my handwriting were more clear, however. Anyway, I love this thing and recommend it for you if you are of a similar mindset.