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A Cape Cod Luncheon

IN N remembrance of a happy two weeks spent in a little bungalow on Cape Cod, one of the girls of the "bunch" gave a quaint luncheon for the others during the year following.

The invitations bore a tiny spray of bayberry sketched in one corner and read like this:

May the bayberry dip and the odor of pine At this little reunion luncheon of mine, Bring back all our fun in the house by the sea, Where we were as jolly as jolly could be.

On the luncheon table homespun runners were used, crossed in the center where a brown wicker basket filled with the gray green of bayberry branches, brightened by the orange of bittersweet, stood on a mat of fragrant pine. [102] Green bayberry dips in the simplest of low tin candlesticks lighted the table and at each cover the place-card was a little outline map of Cape Cod with the situation of the summer camp conspicuously marked.

The menu consisted of clam cocktails, codfish cakes and tiny pots of baked beans, hot steamed brown bread cut in small round slices, blueberry tarts, and coffee.

The favors were wee bayberry "waxes" for the sewing basket, each with a bit of a bayberry twig peeping from its top. [103]

For the Modern Kitchen

A reunion luncheon for a group of friends who had shared a rented bungalow, and the only party in this stretch of the book whose menu would still read well on a card. Everything in it is a real New England dish.

A Little History

The page is a small record of how a young woman’s social year was organised and what it was organised out of. A bunch of friends rent a bungalow for a fortnight; a year later one of them pays the fortnight back as a luncheon, with a rhymed invitation she wrote herself, a sketched bayberry sprig on the card, hand-drawn place-cards, and a favour for each guest to take away. None of it was bought ready-made and none of it was expensive, and all of it was work. The table is deliberately regional — bayberry, pine, bittersweet, tin candlesticks, homespun runners — at a date when a florist could have supplied something far more conventional, which makes the foraged table a choice rather than a necessity. What the party is actually commemorating is the holiday itself: two weeks in a rented house by the sea had become something worth building an entire afternoon around.

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