Back in the seventies, we did a lot of entertaining. We didn’t start dinner parties until after 8:00 so the kids would be asleep. And we also dressed up. We have a photo a baby sitter took of Peter and me holding a baby (not sure which one) in front of our fireplace before we went out, Peter in jacket and tie and me in a plaid-floor-length, scoop-necked dress, taken by the baby-sitter right before we headed off to friends for dinner.
Things changed long before Covid-19. Working mothers (and fathers) didn’t have time to simmer coq au vin so dinner parties were less “Julia Child” and more “Rachel Ray”.
Enter Covid-19. We started by inviting friends to the garden behind our apartment building, offering them water in paper cups. Lately, we’ve upgraded to take-out pizza.
Who knows what the future of entertaining will be?