My mahogany dining room table, now an 84-year-old antique, was owned by my grandmother, Nanny.  On that table, amid each place setting of shiny silverware, Nanny served countless gourmet meals to friends and family.  She made meals with cherry compote, lobster Newberg, browned butter asparagus, and charlotte russe (an elegant cake with layers of lady … Continue reading The Hostess