Ina Garten as her alter ego, the Barefoot Contessa, toils away in her ostensibly glorious East Hampton kitchen. It’s a room which appears on television and in print to walk the fine line between a casual cook’s ultra functional aesthetic daydream and a professional chef’s demo kitchen straight from a Nancy Meyers movie set.
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It’s a cold December day. Flurries fall from the sky and softly land atop the partially snow covered wind swept ground while Ina’s weathered gray cedar shingle style home glows in the new morning light. Though it may be calm and cool outdoors, Ina’s kitchen is warm and a flurry of activity. After all, she’s got a dinner party planned for later in the evening and has only herself and a hodgepodge of helpful friends to pull it together. Can she do it? Of course she can, she’s the Barefoot Contessa.
Our row house is far from a sprawling ocean-side cottage tucked among the luxe east end of Long Island, but there’s no reason why we can’t aspire to throw ourselves a little shindig that permits us to channel the best of Ina. In fact, we decided to plan and execute a little neighborhood holiday dinner party to experience first hand the exhausting level of effort necessary to scratch the surface of an Ina Garten inspired event.