The party in my garden, on a sunny, almost-cool Friday evening was a magical, memorable, uproarious gathering of cherished women friends. (I'm third from right, back row.)
To echo the North African menu, each guest's place was set with a Moroccan jeweled box. A heart-shaped note inside described the qualities I most appreciated in her.
Son Jules, bartender/sous chef for the evening, said to his father: "It's nice, but guys would never do that; it's totally a girl thing, telling them."
He thought it was also a girl thing to serve fruit salad for dessert, but then to follow that with a luscious, lavish platter of chocolates. But you know women: eat the healthy fruit, then be tempted.