One evening, when I first moved to New York City, I walked into my apartment and found my sister, Kristin, hosting a "Friends of the French" night (FOF). It was a night to eat French food and pretend to be French. It was alarming. It was like walking into your home and discovering that the whole time you were really living in Newark! Once I got over my initial shock - some three years later - we decided to hold another FOF night. And I discovered that pretending to be French wasn't so bad. In fact it was quite fancy (notice my use of the word "quite"... add some Eiffel tower earrings and I'd totally be French... well, at least French Canadian).
So how does one throw a FOF night? Well, first I scoured Pinterest for French-inspired ideas. I came across this:
The building of this masterpiece required two packages of pink wafers (the first package was lost in user testing... i.e. Kristin and I ate them all). The second package, well, it didn't go very far. You see, like many of the projects on Pinterest, it was impossible to build an Eiffel Tower using just wafer-thin wafers and a little bit of peanut butter. So, five minutes into the construction, I gave up and ate all the broken pieces that should've formed the base of my tower.
Next, on to the decor! We narrowed down French culture to two things: 1) French flags. 2) Mustaches. Check out the best-dressed door in all of downtown NYC...
Then there was the food. Pink wafers aside, we decided on a sophisticated menu of breads and assorted things that go on breads. Plus, desserts to complement the carbs in the breads.
Now, Mallomars aren't really French. But they sure do look like mini berets... and their similarity to the iconic French hat was all the excuse we needed to serve them at a party.
But the pièce de résistance? An actual Frenchman attended our party! This gave us credibility - yes, we literally were friends with at least one French person.
So there you go. All you need is one Frenchman, a loaf of bread, Eiffel tower wafers that will fail and disappoint you, mustaches taped to straws, flags stringed on dental floss and Mallomars disguised as head gear.
Until next time, toot-a-loo! (Sorry, I'm still feeling like a fancy French Canadian!)