We couldn't get through the holidays without a little celebrating, could we? Our neighborly dinner shifted a bit to add some new friends and accommodate my inability to host this year. The table at Rebecca's was groaning with our assembled dishes.

This year I made figs wrapped in prosciutto and filo shells filled with curried chicken salad. Tyler was heartily disappointed that we didn't bring in the Greek cheese... next time, I promise.

Jean's table looked so beautiful.

And of course there was a fight for the hot wing dip!

Aaahhh, trifle.

Aaahhh, champagne punch.

Aaahhh, friends.