Welcome to My Dinner Party Series
When I started this blog, I shared I would write about topics that I am passionate about. Cooking is one of those passions of mine. My history with cooking has had ups and downs. I started out my relationship with cooking with fascination. Then we broke up for a long time and we hated one another. But then, alas, we rediscovered one another and we fell in love again. Since we fell in love, about eight years now, I began hosting an annual dinner party for my girlfriends in my home. These parties have become a testament of our relationship. It
became the norm from the start that I decided I would stretch the physical and mental boundaries of what I would normally cook for myself and strive for out-of-the-box menus and themes. My early parties were inspired by places out of the country I wanted to visit. Over time, it’s transformed into sharing experiences that I’ve enjoyed. I enjoy going on journeys and taking friends through mine. As an introduction to my dinner party ideas in this series, I wanted to take the opportunity to pay homage to the woman that influenced my relationship with cooking.
Grandma Knew Best
As a child, I watched my Czechoslovakian grandmother concoct entrees loaded with her love, and not to mention Crisco and lard, that absolutely delighted our palates and had us begging for more. In process, I watched her in amazement as she’d open and close cabinets and grab this and that and eagerly wanted to participate as her student in the dishes she would create from scratch. Being the oldest child in my family, I felt this time with my grandmother was special because usually it was just her and I in the kitchen. Sometimes my brothers and sisters would pop in, but they would quickly leave once I shared with them I was the one helping grandma. 
“Grandma how can I help?”
“Can I roll out the dough?”
Usually, her creations would come from her memory and she rarely- if ever- I could recall her relying on a recipe book. Her core dishes included city chicken, pierogies, kuchens, kolachkes, beignets and these crazy amazing hamburgers that began as 4″ patties and would miraculously shrink down to 2″ golf balls, served with the creamiest mashed potatoes and gravy- these are the images I remember the most. I wish I would have thought, or my family would have thought to take pictures of her food back then, as I do now as an admitted hobby of mine. Photographing food has become a guilty pleasure I love to share! I have only my memory to picture my grandmother’s dishes and can almost taste them when I do. The recipes that needed no paper were the ones that she loved to make, and that just seemed to happen naturally for her. To me, it never seemed as though she had to think about it, she would just grab this and that and start creating. While her top cuisines might not seem like the most impressive dishes, I would never be able to tell you all the ingredients and spices that she used, or portions or how long things were cooked at what temperature. The truest testament of her cooking was watching my family eat whatever she served, and we were requesting for seconds or thirds.
Unfortunately when my grandmother passed at the age of 92 in 1998 so did all of her recipes because they were in her head. I was devastated that she left none of these behind. When I stopped spending a lot of time with my grandmother after high school (when I was a child I would spend many weekends with her), my interest in cooking subsided. I had no interest in cooking myself or for anyone else. If I did attempt to cook, it became the joke of “Jenn’s wooden chicken” or pouring whipping cream into a pie, instead of whipping the cream first- how embarrassing! I became frustrated with even trying. So I just stopped and did anything I could to get out of cooking. I was an expert at ordering in and dining out, or eating whatever was around. I hated to cook.
A Change of Heart
When I was relocated to California from Florida in 1999 for a new job in high tech, after spending a month in a hotel and dining out daily, I developed a renewed interest in cooking and just started doing it on a regular basis. I realized I actually really enjoyed it. And something within me changed too. I felt the spirit of my grandmother within me, and began to “not remember” grabbing which spice or item in the fridge or cabinet and just started making things work together. I started concocting like her.
Because I loved it so much, I became more interested in understanding how I could learn more and improve upon it. I shared this interest with my family and started collecting cookbooks. I enjoyed pouring through the cookbooks and then looking to what I had in my kitchen (and usually this meant what I did not have) and what I could use to substitute or modify the often expensive, or complicated recipe at hand. I became quite creative and resourceful. Over time my love for cooking was renewed and it just became something natural I did. Just like my grandmother.
Sharing My Love
When I started to feel confident enough in my cooking, and thought I was getting pretty good at being consistent, I came upon the idea that I should try and host a dinner party and actually use all the cookware and dishware that I had just sitting in the cabinet for all these years. I wanted to share my love for cooking with my friends that would appreciate it the most. And I wanted it to be special and unique. For me this meant, primarily virgin dishes- dishes I had never attempted to cook before. Now, any cook or host will tell you this is a certain recipe for disaster. As crazy as it might seem, I feel this is part of my adventure and love for cooking. Trying new things and sharing with those that I love helps me to learn and appreciate more of what I am doing. A twist to my grandmother’s repetition, but one I know she would appreciate.
Truth be told, I’ve been lucky. But that’s because I have my grandmother in my soul in that kitchen every time I’m in it. I believe her spirit gives me guidance. The dishes I make are never easy and they are, in homage to my grandmother, 100% from scratch.
By far, one of my most nerve wrecking cooking challenges was a dinner party I threw last year, when I decided to take on pierogies. A dish that was far by far the most intimidating to me, given the experience of watching her make them year after year. It wasn’t her recipe of course, because she took it with her, but I know she would have been proud of the end result because I felt it was pretty close to her authentic recipe. It was a true labor of love taking over 8 hours and ultimately two days for all the prep to final delivery. And, it really was the first time I truly appreciated the effort she made for us seem… well, effortless!
Jenn’s Dinner Party Series- For the Love of Cooking
Since I’m a marketer and tracking things in a spreadsheet is how I organize most tasks, I captured my dinner parties on spreadsheets and saved recipes in stacks stapled together (I know I should be more digital, but I still keep printouts). So, I thought I would share some of my themed dinner parties over time. Maybe it will inspire you to try something new, or different and not care about what happens, because you did it with a love for cooking. I also thought when I’m planning these things, I never can find really good ideas that I actually can get my mind around. A little originality is a good thing! And I think too, that I’m glad I have this written down somewhere, because it still saddens me that I don’t have those recipes that grandma used to make. While my recipes aren’t my own, the ideas in how I put them together are. And, if I can do it, anyone can. All you need is a little love! The dinner parties I’ll be sharing are:
- Let’s go to Italy
- A San Francisco Thanksgiving
- Greek adventure
- Fiesta Espana
- Comfort gourmet cuisine
- Foods that warm the soul
I’ll also share with you that over time I have definitely learned that taking on too much is crazy, and for the best dinner party experience, don’t kill yourself. Remember you are doing this out of love for you and your guests and you want to have fun and enjoy it! I hope you enjoy the journey with me.
And I have so much thanks to give to my grandma. I never had the opportunity to tell her that…but I know she knows I share her love for cooking because she’s in the kitchen during every cooking journey. This is for my grandmother, with love.






