When I’m the hostess, I do try to accomodate everyone’s dietary quirks and needs, but frankly, I sort of feel like I should earn extra Karma points by doing so - I wouldn’t expect it if I was the guest. I happen to like to cook, and I like to cook a variety of things, but I’m not going to lie and say it’s no big deal or it’s not a pain in the ass. It is, even if all you’re doing is throwing on some non-egg pasta (in addition to the egg noodles for the stroganoff), juggling the two pastas, the last minute sour cream addition for the strog, the bread (perhaps two, if I planned garlic bread with butter on it, and now feel obligated to make some without butter), the marinara, drain the pasta so I can get a burner free for the veg - no, wait! Drain the non-egg pasta first, or there’ll be egg residue in the colander! Ok, got the pastas, got the strog, got the bread. Damn, which bread has the butter and which has the oil? Sniff test. OK, this is the oil, make sure Lezlers gets this one. Yes, this one. OK, how’s that marinara doing? These veggies are still hard - they should have gone on 15 minutes ago, but I needed all the burners for the pastas and strog and marinara. Dammit, the bread’s getting cold, stick it back in the oven…
It took me only a few meals like this to realize that making one special dinner is actually harder than incorporating side dishes that everyone can eat, and the veg/vegan/kosher/lactose intollerant person can eat as their main meal.
And yes, Ratatouille is a great choice. Baked potatoes are good as well, since they aren’t labor intensive. I’ll get a bunch of vegan “cheese”, “sour cream” and other potatoey toppings, which can add up to a filling meal pretty quickly, especially if I have steamed brocolli or something that goes well with potato.
But I think going to extra trouble is what makes me a fantastic hostess, not that it should be the required minimum.