The title phrase came up today on another blog I read, and it kind of stimulated a mental toy I've been batting around. Who *would* be at my fantasy dinner party? Why? Could I possibly dare to cook for these people, or would I have it catered??
A while back, self-improvement articles used to ask the reader to think about who they would most like to have a conversation with, and examples given would be people like Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Benjamin Franklin, Henry Ford. That particular fad seems to have died out, maybe because that's the kind of question that prompts an idealistic response - who should I *want* to talk to? But just because you think you *ought to* want to talk to someone, doesn't mean you would actually enjoy the conversation.
So as I ponder it, what are my requirements for dinner companions? Smart, witty, tolerant, skilled or talented (or both), and likely to enjoy a nice bottle of wine - that's the short list. So at a fantasy dinner party, inviting whomever I choose from public life, I think I'd like:
Mel Brooks. Alton Brown. Emma Thompson. George Clooney. Carrie Fisher. Barbara Mertz & Aaron Elkins (mystery writers). And one more, because our table seats ten and of course Mr. P will be there too ... Whoopi Goldberg. I'll bet that would be one uproarious party.
What on earth would I serve? Well, I'll worry about that when someone RSVPs. :-)