As a general concept, I think house guests are pretty great. It's like having a slumber party, only you can cuss without getting in trouble, and the mean girl from second grade isn't around to make you cry anymore, and instead of Dr. Pepper and Funyuns, you can share such things as salami and cherries and bottles of rosé and pappardelle with bagna cauda, wilted radicchio, and eggs fried in olive oil. I think we can all get behind that.





