Finn had planned the day for months: a toga party, featuring food, toga-wearing attendees, and commemorating the anniversary of the explosion of Mount Vesuvius.
So on August 24 we had our feast. I realize that Pompeii is in Italy, but we went with Greek food: it's so good and easy to make gluten-free. We'll just call it a Greco-Roman toga party. We invited my in-laws and I started to cook.
The makings of spanakopita (I love dill!!),
the makings of moussaka (made with beef from our farm!),
the makings of more spanakopita,
my favorite tray, which involved a spinach-feta filling in phyllo cups and tomato-feta-balsamic skewers,
my fauxnakopita (that's what I'm calling it, because I did not use phyllo dough--just pie crust),
gorgeous black grapes and delicious dolma,
a crudite-and-hummus platter,
and not pictured were pita crisps and a big pan of moussaka.
I lost it twice: when I put the toga on my husband, and when my in-laws showed up in togas. They had driven to our house wearing togas. I don't think I will ever recover from the hysterics.