Or rather, 1976. Amidst the packing up exercise, I've been contemplating the upcoming housewarming party that's planned for the day after the possession date. It certainly won't meet Martha Stewart standards, since the house will be in its unrenovated state and missing a few key elements. Like furniture. And possibly running water if the local utility company can't figure things out in the next two weeks. Minor details, really. BYOB = Bring your own Barca-lounger or you'll be communing with the grotty, cat hair laden shag carpet, people.
So, what does one serve at a 1976 themed party? Beverage wise, I'm thinking Mateus, Baby Duck or Bloody Marys for the grownups, Tang or Hawaiian Punch for kidlets or abstainers. And Perrier too - another 1976 introduction.
And nibblies...let's cast our collective memories back to our childhoods. Fondue, of course, because nothing says 'we're groovy' like sharing a collective pot of tepid food-like goo. (Lest I offend the butter wielding spirits of the Galloping Gourmet and Julia Child, I will confess to liking cheese fondue, in limited quantities). Mini-quiches, sausage rolls, sweet and sour meatballs, rumaki, shrimp cocktail with a sauce whose flavor can only be described as 'red', mushroom caps, terrines (ooh - more French cuisine, how chic!), the ubiquitous jelly mold, carrot and celery sticks with ranch dip, bean salad and ambrosia salad or Duncan Hines chocolate cake for dessert. Mmmmmmm!