My parents were part of a “supper club” with three other couples, where they’d take turns hosting dinners at each other’s houses.
I was fascinated by the whole thing. When my parents hosted, of course we four kids were sent to bed early, but I would hide out on the landing of the stairs and listen. I’d hear the women in their high heels click-clacking though the hallway between the dining room and the kitchen, hear the talking and the laughing, the sound of plates being cleared and dishes being served. The whole thing was just so mysterious to me. I think by listening, so quietly and intently, I was trying to understand something about the world of adults.
So now I have a menu from one of those dinner parties. I was about to turn 8 years old in January of 1966; maybe this was one of the nights where I was camped out at the top of the steps, listening.
Jan. supper club
crackers & dip
drinks, Philippine beer
barbecued hamburger on buns
Not a fancy menu, but comfortable and easy and I can imagine them having a nice evening together. Philippine beer? Hmmm. And Ozark pudding – this (poorly edited) Wiki page describes it briefly. Might have been this recipe, a favorite of Harry Truman’s.
Mom also was part of a bridge club, but as she told me in later years, she finally dropped out because she just wasn’t much of a bridge player.
Feb. bridge club
strawberry angel food whipped cream torte
And that’s it. So was it just a dessert and coffee club? Or did other people bring dishes too? Don’t know.