The traditional dinner party is apparently doomed, part 2

Second part of yesterday’s posting (too long for a single one):

It seems that the formal dinner is on life support. No one is setting out different wine glasses or (horror!) seating interesting strangers next to one another if they have special things in common. Entertaining is now informal, from a buffet to a casual get-together.

Fast food
Guests expect to be fed within two hours of arrival, max. If you work slowly in the kitchen, factor that in.

There are people (OK, men; men of a certain age) who treat the unveiling of a buffet like the race for the last helicopter out of Saigon. Or, at the table, start lobbying for seconds while the host is eating. Hold back.

Music
Forgoing music is not an option. But don’t play music that is too intrusive.

Roughing it
(This is exactly what the writer wrote:
Few of us these days have the money or space to maintain the dinner party basics, such as endless dining chairs or matching cutlery. The modern dinner party is all about mucking in, to the extent that, if numbers nudge above six, everyone accepts that someone will end up sitting on a camp chair. It would be churlish to complain. The lack of ceremony is a release. Get the kitchen paper roll on the table. The age of the napkin (ring) is over.

Bacteria hysteria
When dining communally, remember: generally, people are not infectious. If someone passes you a piece of bread rather than the plate, if someone manhandles the cheese, remain calm.

Hands-free
It is 2018, moderate at-table phone use is expected. ( Really? Ed.) Two things, though. Repeatedly corralling the room into photos for social media is tedious and intrusive. As is Instagramming the host’s food.

Zen and the Art of Dishwasher Maintenance
Don’t start a) tidying things into bin bags while the party is in full swing, b) washing up, or c) putting crockery back in the wrong cupboards.

Going home
Ordinarily, if an invite is for 2pm on a Sunday, the host expects their house back by 8pm. On Saturday night, if your host is bathing the kids, tiidying the kitchen or asleep on the sofa, ik the hint. Forget “one for the road” and scarper.

Gratitude
Thank your host as you leave and next morning by text. They deserve it. Do not comment on kitchen disasters until the host is ready for the inquest.

Away leg
In nature, there are hosts and there are people who, for various reasons, would never dream of cooking for you. Do not dwell on it, much less demand a reciprocal date. Feeding people should be an honest act of generosity. Otherwise, it leaves a bad taste. (This article has been edited to cut out egregious chatter. The name of the writer has been, thank goodness, lost).

My comment
My wife and I pride ourselves on trying to give guests as elegant evening as possible. I am aghast that such advice is even thought necessary. Long live the 12 piece dinner service, the napkin rings, the candles and attentive hosts! Alas, they will disappear with us and parties will be catered for the socially clueless, dressed in trainers and T-shirts. The old way of entertaining was not a matter of being one-up – it was a matter of giving the guests good food, well served, in an elegant, even uplifting, way, accompanied by interesting conversation. It was a matter of respect for the guests. Oh, well. we can’t go back now.

The traditional dinner party, part 1

It seems that the formal dinner is on life support. No one is setting out different wine glasses or (horror!) seating interesting strangers next to one another if they have special things in common. Entertaining is now informal, from a buffet to a casual get-together.

Here are the modern do’s and don’ts for dinner party guests and hosts:

Confirmation
If someone offers to feed you, accept or decline (hopefully) promptly. Under no circumstances should you start quizzing the host about who else is invited.

Arrival
When someone tells you to arrive at 7.30pm, the last thing they want you to do is arrive at 7.30pm. They will be in the shower. Or at the supermarket. Give it 15 minutes. In Washington the Brits still turn up dead on time, the Virginians much later.

Keep it simple
Do not be too ambitious. Ultimately, no one cares. They will remember how drunk they got and what a laugh they had. The food is almost immaterial, a framework for social interaction.

Gifts
Flowers? Wine that needs decanting? A dessert that needs defrosting? Do not lumber your host with extra work.

Alcohol
Bring more booze than you need. Do not arrive with a four-pack of Carling or a Hungarian prosecco someone left at your house three years ago. An easygoing sharing of the wine goes with the territory. But contribute fairly, and in no circumstance try to return home with any of the wine you brought. That alcohol is the host’s to keep, a bonus embedded in law.

Cold calculation
Do not cram your beers into the host’s fridge. Buy some ice and bring your chilled drink in a cool bag.

Sharing the load
If everyone is pitching in and you’re asked to bring a starter or dessert, no one will mind how much you spend. This is not a financial quid pro quo. Nor are you under obligation to cook from scratch. This is not The Great British Bake Off. It should be a relaxing meal among people you love, not a high-wire test of your choux pastry.

Do not turn up late with a starter that takes an hour to cook, causing an oven logjam. Bringing paté? Then bring the bits, too: bread for toast, chutneys and pickles. It is the thought that counts. That, and bringing enough to feed everyone. This is a party, right?

Potluck packaging
Do not bring dishes in fancy cookware. Such things are often mislaid in the melee. It may be weeks before you see your cookware again.

Child maintenance
Give kids (cheap, frozen) pizza and chips. Anything else is a waste. On no account give them what the adults are eating. There is nothing more demoralising than watching a seven-year-old refuse to eat as its parents let their meal go cold.

Continued tomorrow…… ( P.S By now you might have guessed where I am going with this)

The email below was sent by Bernie Sanders

I want to ask you to clear your mind for a moment and count to 10.

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In those 10 seconds, Jeff Bezos, the owner and founder of Amazon, made more money than the median employee of Amazon makes in an entire year. An entire year.

Think about that.

Think about how hard that family member has to work for an entire year, the days she or he goes into work sick, or has a sick child, or struggles to buy school supplies or Christmas presents, to make what one man makes in 10 seconds. According to Time magazine, from January 1 through May 1 of this year, Jeff Bezos saw his wealth increase by $275 million every single day for a total increase in wealth of $33 billion in a four-month period.

Meanwhile, thousands of Amazon employees are forced to rely on food stamps, Medicaid and public housing because their wages are too low. And guess who pays for that? You do. Frankly, I don’t believe that ordinary Americans should be subsidizing the wealthiest person in the world while he pays his employees inadequate wages.

But it gets remarkably more ridiculous: Jeff Bezos has so much money that he says the only way he could possibly spend it all is on space travel. Space travel!

Well here is a radical idea, Mr. Bezos: Instead of attempting to explore Mars or go to the moon, how about paying your workers a living wage? How about improving the working conditions at Amazon warehouses across the country so people stop dying on the job? He can do that and still have billions of dollars left over to spend on anything he wants.

I have never understood how someone could have hundreds of billions of dollars and feel the desperate need for even more. I would think that, with the amount of money he has, Jeff Bezos might just be able to get by.

But this is not just about the greed of one man. These are policy failures as well. Last year, Amazon made $5.6 billion in profits and did not pay one penny in federal income taxes. The Trump tax cuts rewarded Amazon with almost $1 billion more. And city after city is offering additional tax breaks, mostly in secret, for the right to host Amazon’s second corporate headquarters.

A nation cannot survive morally or economically when so few have so much and so many have so little. Millions of people across this country struggle to put bread on the table and are one paycheck away from economic devastation. Meanwhile, the wealthiest people in this country have never had it so good. Epicurus would invoke moderation. Actually, these days it is out of hand and simply has to stop. (slightly edited)

Educational divide

All the signs suggest that leaving the EU will cause economic hurt, yet voting intentions over Brexit remain unaltered. Why?

The answer lies in a novel written 60 years ago by a Labour Party grandee. In “The Rise of the Meritocracy”, Michael Young envisioned a dystopian future polarised between a class of winners (exam-passers) and a class of losers (exam-flunkers): his great insight was that, in modern society, it is your relationship “to the machinery of educational selection” (from the 11-plus on) and not to the means of production, that determines your life chances and your sense of self-worth. So it is in today’s Britain: public schools have become exam factories, the top 10% of households own 44% of the wealth, and the “smug” cosmopolitan exam-passers act as if they are morally and intellectually superior to the exam-flunkers.

Brexit expressed this culture war: 75% of those with no educational qualifications voted for it; 70% of graduates voted Remain. So why would Leavers admit they’re wrong? Having been told their vote reflected their low intel-ligence, they’ll be damned if they’ll give their opponents “yet another reason to feel smug”. (Bagehot, The Economist. 17 Feb 2018)

The Rhyme: a short poem

Poets now despise the rhyme,
Or that’s the affectation.
But nonsense is as nonsense does
And what is worse
Than bad blank verse?
Gibberish strung a word a line,
Conforming to the fashion?
The wish being father to the thought,
It’s promptly
Found
To
Be
Profound.

Rhymes outdated? That’s just rot!
Some can rhyme, and some can not.

It’s content, not the form, that counts,
And mastery of meaning.
A certain discipline of mind
Is requisite when using rhyme.
So don’t reject the tools at hand,
Misused as they may be.
The means can justify the end.
My point is penned.
Enough!
The End!

From “The Rueful Hippopotamus” by Robert Hanrott, published by ByD Press and a available from Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.de