This ain’t no mother/daughter cupcake party!

Oh, no.  When the daughters, best friends since junior high are the ripe old age of 27, they are so much more mature…

And the mothers?  Well, we’re all no longer spending the majority of our days being…this:

And we’ve all come to really enjoy our mother/daughter friendships.  (Oh wait, does that imply that we ever didn’t?  Nah, couldn’t be!) So what do we do?  We get together for occasional mother/daughter cooking parties! 

Last night we cooked a Thai meal in our new kitchen… where the bar is a perfect gathering place for chatting and munching on hors deurves…

 

…and there’s plenty of room for lots of cooks.

Of course, chopping and cooking with one hand reserved for the wine glass takes a little longer.  But with company like this, THAT’S the whole point!

Before we knew it, dinner was served.

Here’s all of us, sitting down for a meal of deliciousness!

Cheers!

I’m not sure how the conversation steered to my mother’s fur coats and willed and bequeathed jewelry, but the evening eventually came to this:

Mom would have really loved to be at this little gathering – and I guess that, in a way, she was.