We all have that one fabulous friend who can throw a dinner party like it’s 1956 without breaking a sweat. She invites you over for a casual dinner, and you know you’re in for a cocktail hour, a six-course spread, and not a dust bunny in sight. She cooks effortlessly in high heels without tripping. She never, ever forgets to thaw the 20-pound turkey. She has enough silverware for everyone, and none of her forks have plastic handles.
I am not this person. But if I was, I would sing Hallelujah upon receiving these beautiful serving dishes Christmas morning.