Just in case you weren't jealous enough, I get to have dinner with very special people today. That's right, John and I are having dinner at the Farm - the one made famous by Catherine of Aesthetic Alterations . She is cooking up a storm, and all I have to do is bring the olives. Pretty exciting!
I love eating food someone else cooked! I also love cooking. I am surprisingly uncritical of my own or anyone else's cooking, even though influenced by some of the best cooking in the world at my French grandparent's. I am absolutely convinced that you have nothing to lose by entertaining anyone with a meal. If the food is amazing, they will think you amazing. If the food doesn't turn out, they will be sympathetic, since everyone has had a failure of their own. And it might convince them to entertain, since "my food couldn't turn out as bad as that". Quote from a guest (after my Carne Adovada turned out a little too spicy) who was afraid to have people over due to overdeveloped perfectionism gene. (And shouldn't she have said "turn out as badly"?)