Ingrid arranged a dinner party for a group of her friends. That’s the kind of stage she’s reached in her life: three-course dinner parties, with tablecloths and candles and home-made pizzas.

Her friends’ palates are not as sophisticated as hers, and they’re all meat-eaters, so adjustments are necessary. I don’t begrudge them their pepperoni pizza. But I’m glad that there was enough tiramisu that there were plenty of leftovers for us as well.

Preparing and cooking a three-course meal for six people, including also shopping and decorations, is a full-day project. Ingrid was rather exhausted by the end. I do hope her friends realize what a treasure they have and appreciate her efforts properly.