Whoooo hoo! It is Monday and that can only mean ONE thing….Potluck.
Today I am throwing out the potluck handbook (you can’t prove I don’t have one) and diving into deep potluck analysis.
Let me begin by saying that the potluck has been a bit controversial among those who know me.
I don’t understand the potluck.
I just don’t get the potluck.
What is with the potluck?
I love the potluck! I have been doing a Monday potluck from almost the beginning of my blog. I live for the potluck. The potluck isn’t going anywhere dear friends and family…
What is to understand?
It is a potluck.
Does it have to make sense?
A very telling comment was made by Blogstedman’s brother-in-law in an email following last week’s potluck:
I â„¢m still not a big fan of POTLUCK, but then again I was never a fan of real potlucks
AHA!
*insert light bulb over head here*
Maybe psychologically the literal potlucks of our youth are causing my virtual potlucks to be viewed through chunky-jello-glasses. Maybe the word potluck has such garbanzo-bean-casserole connotations that it inhibits potluck digestion.
I think people are AFRAID of the potluck!
So, to begin healing the wounded potluck soul, I need your help.
I would like to compile a list of horrific food that I will promise to NEVER serve at the potluck.
I need you to please leave me a comment as to what foods would cause you potluck nightmares…
We will return to our previously scheduled potluck next Monday.
Thanks for playing!
Picky picky picky….
I can hardly stand to do pot lucks, or buffets for that matter. I want to know who prepped the dish and under what circumstance before it comes anywhere near my mouth. Maybe it comes from being a product of an excellent cook who was also a little on the ocd when it comes to kitchen cleanliness….
Good news, I am a lot more adventurous on things I will try in a dish – and, so far, my kids have followed suit. My son’s Kindergarten teacher has commented on his lunch box contents including: tuna, avacado, anchovie pizza, etc…
YOUR potlucks are fun!
I’ve always hated potlucks. Except probably when I was a kid in elementary school and wanted to stay to hang out with my friends. But my parents hated them, so we never stayed.
Now MY KIDS want to stay, and we do about 1/3 – 1/2 of the time. But I still hate it. I don’t care what people bring, I don’t have to eat it. But it would be nice if everyone staying would BRING ENOUGH TO FEED AT LEAST THEIR OWN FAMILY, never mind a guest or two. I hate potlucks with not enough food, and that seems to be the way most of them that I attend are. Our family hauls in 3 or 4 giant things, and since we don’t rush to the food, we often get NOTHING. (Or are grateful for the beans that no one else would eat.)
Anyway, when I first found your blog, I didn’t “get” the potluck thing at first. And I had a little hang-up probably because I hate potlucks. But now they’re funny. I LOVE them! I wish the ones at church were this fun!
Meat.
I’m not picky, but I REFUSE to eat stuffing/dressing/whatever you want to call that nasty stuff that makes the entire house smell like vomit while it’s in the oven. GAG!
I lurve the potluck. As I’ve told you. Several times.
I don’t like white sauces, meatloaf (especially if it has that sweet topping on it), cooked carrots. And I’m sure there are others. Ed just told me those three, because I was drawing a blank.
I eat just about everything. Well, except for animal organs (or anything that has been on Fear Factor). I won’t eat those. Ever.
I love your potluck ’cause it’s calorie free! : )
I also love the real potlucks but I get a little skiddish about some of them when I don’t really know all the people contributing. If I am not sure about their practices in the kitchen, I would rather they just bring some KFC, you know?