There are two kinds of late-snack invitations. One is the sort that a cheerful husband proffers the whole dance floor while the band plays “Good Night Ladies.”
“Lesh all come over t’our housh for shcrambled eggsh!”
(His wife is the feverish-looking lady by the door, with the armful of coats. She knows there are five eggs in the refrigerator, every one of them spoken for.) These occasions are seldom successful.
The second kind is the invitation you issue yourself because these things are a community habit and it’s your turn. If you can’t move out of the community, you should make the first move - as part of your community endeavor - and suggest that everyone stop eating so much.
- Peg Bracken, The I Hate to Cook Book
