Last supper

So, I've spent the day cleaning the house in anticipation of our dinner party tomorrow, when 10 or 11 friends will descend on Wallingford for wine, cheese and sopa seca. All of this seemed like a good idea until I purchased the ingredients and realized I had to dice six tons of bell peppers. What the hell was I thinking??

I hope no one is expecting spectacular, five-star service. If we're lucky, I'll drag the spare chairs in from the yard so people won't have to perch on the couch and the Incredibly Ugly, Barely Functional Ames Chair. I might even manage to get the giant box of stemware down from the kitchen's top shelf without raining a hail of glass fragments into the bodies of any onlookers.

Actually, I'm looking forward to it -- I've never really entertained on a large scale before, so hopefully this will be fun. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that everyone gets along and that I actually manage to triple the recipe without overdoing any ingredients or omitting anything crucial...For more reasons than one, it's probably best that my first dinner party will likely be my last in this country.