Always Order Dessert Hosts a Fabulous Vintage Holiday Party

It was the evening of the biggest snowstorm to hit New York in years. Or, at least, in my recollection of living in New York City.

Grand total, 2 years.

But either way, on the evening of December 19th, 2009, I had a vintage holiday party to attend to compliments of my favorite food blogger, Always Order Dessert.

I started getting ready around 7PM. When I stepped out into my breezeway to head out of my apartment and to the party, I realized that the soft flakes an hour or two earlier had grown in strength to sticky-bastards catching and coating the ground.

When I stepped outside my apartment, there was nearly four inches on the ground already. Yellow cabs, black cabs, buses, cars, bicyclists, you name it — were all freaking out.

There was no way I was taking the Camry. And no way was I wearing heels in this mess.

So I hopped back upstairs, put on some boots [that I secretly loathe] and caught the crosstown bus. While on it, a voice over the radio advised bus drivers to put vehicles in “low-gear.”

Oh geez.

But like any hardcore vintage fashionista, I made it to the party. And what happened [not to mention all that I enjoyed eating!] happened below.

Thank you, Alejandra!

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Harlem in the snow, post-party. By midnight, about 6 inches were tightly packed on the ground. I risked this walk home [which I ended up taking — from St. Nicholas to Lexington along 116th Street] to make the bash a la ‘63.

Well worth the snowy journey home.

But I did it all just to sample a piece of this jello-cucumber-cilantro concoction …

… and to meet the chef/blogger-extraordinaire, Alejandra, with the vintage touch … [and a sweet dress to boot!]

Who gave me such sweet treats as … Marshmellow salad?!

Along with a platter of Salmon dip?!

And we can’t forget hardboiled eggs, dip designed like a hedgehog [for the record, his name was not Sonic], finger sandwiches and other assorted hours d’oeuvres-esque and appetizer foods that the ladies & gents of Mad Men may have salivated over in 1963. [not sayin’ we weren’t, either]