How to prep for a Christmas dinner party when you're a tradition-breaking imperfectionist who has never hosted one before

welcome to the era of beX-MAS, baby! gird your loins!

meet your hosts: me and me

I am not a planner. Parties. Marriages. Pregnancies. Relationships. The future. Everything eventful that has ever happened in my life has either happened on accident or spontaneously. I thrive in what is unexpected, unplanned and chaotic. Maybe because I don’t have much of a choice but also… I think it’s… just… me. I get off on not knowing whether or not something will a. kill me or b. make me stronger.

I am also allergic to recipes in all forms. That includes advice manuals but also… like… actual recipes.

My cooking is all trial and error. As is everything else I have ever done in my life. I am innovative! And I love that about myself! You literally never know if dinner will be delicious or inedible! And if it turns out inedible? I HAVE FROZEN TIKKA MASALA AT THE READY, BABY! GIVE ME THREE MINUTES!

But I digress…

I am but a sucker for the story and writing my own version of it is how I live, laugh, love and prepare dinner.

“She did it for the plot” will ultimately be on my headstone. AND, YES, THE PUN WILL BE INTENDED.