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 โขm 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!
GREEN Jello with pecans and pineapple. Grandma, I love you, but your Jello SUCKS ROCKS! ๐ Luckily, Granny is afraid of computers & the internet, so I can post my distaste HERE ๐
I have a wicked disgusting recipe for Vegetable-Cottage Cheese Jello Salad, courtesy of my husband’s hometown cookbook. {shudder} It’s chock full of jello and Miracle Whip and Cool Whip and cottage cheese and horseradish and onion and green pepper and celery and carrots and if this doesn’t keep you up nights in fear, you have no tastebuds. ๐
I’ve got no issues with your potluck.
Shannon’s been to some gnarly-sounding potlucks!
Oatmeal patties. Remember those?
I love your potluck, but I’m not a fan of real ones. You never know how clean someone’s kitchen is, or how often they wash their hands. That said, I loved potluck when I was a kid.
lime jello *shudder*
oh, and over-easy eggs ๐
I’m still very confused by the potluck, but I still love you, dear.
To me, potluck = crockpot – especially those ‘sweet and sour’ meatballs you make with grape jelly and Heinz chili sauce.
If you called it potpourri would Blog Stedman’s BIL undertand it more clearly?
The fruit salad with marshmallows, maybe even jello or cool whip.. I don’t know what it’s called other than GLOP.
Please, no brussels sprouts. I can’t even abide a no-thank you helping of them! (p.s. happy to be back stopping over at the potluck following my much-needed vacation!)
Any mayo or fish is a no-no. Those things sitting out could make one violently ill ๐
(Fish eaten right away OK but mayo is always nasty to me!)