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 ™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!
My original bit of wit got smashed by a downed internet (bastards!) so I will have to spare you with my long-winded answer and just say…
Eggplant is gross.
Good night.
In general, I like potlucks. Jello with stuff (marshmallows, fruit, nuts, etc.) in them dishes: Don’t do it! Yuck!
Have to agree with the planet of janet and others who’ve mentioned lime Jello. Especially when slivers of carrots are suspended inside. “Dessert” with vegetables is a nasty trick to play on an unsuspecting eight year old.
I’ve come to enjoy your potluck, but I must admit I was a bit confused the first time I encountered it. But since I seem to catch up on my blog reading between 11 PM and 2 in the AM, that’s just me, not necessarily a reflection of your potluck.
Can’t wait for next week’s potluck.
Any jello/gelatin dishes. Blech!
(Nap Warden : Ambrosia Salad doesn’t have jello. It’s apples and yummy stuff. I could eat my weight in it.)
K
Please do not ever try to pass off processed soy or cashews as cheese and serve it in a casserole as macaroni and “cheese”.
Yeah, don’t really care for potlucks, but really HATE shit (yes, I said shit.) that is made with cool-whip. GAG.
Irrespective of your Monday Potluck (of which I have partaken only twice, this being number two) . . .
I
DON’T
DO
POTLUCKS
but the dish that would give me hives the quickest would be my grandmother’s tomato aspic jello mold, the color of blood with little mini-shrimp suspended in it. Served on a bed of iceberg lettuce — mmmmm, boy!
That casserole at the church potluck, that looks like spaghetti, and mexican all got mixed up in the same dish and someone just threw it out on the table. Or the one that you think is squash casserole, and its really like pineapple casserole or something like that. :[
Jello. Beets. Perhaps JellOed beets. Not good. Maybe doesn’t exist, but still could be scary.
Sorry, my stomach is writhing at the moment with some Potbadluck.
The word “potluck” to me mean: eat a Big Mac on the way to the party. Neither D nor I eat at potlucks – mostly because we have… bad luck with pot lucks? He’s Southern Baptist so he’s been to about a billion and my mother was a horrible cook – so I know how nasty somethings can be…. ew….
But, I do love the blog potluck mostly because it’s an adventure into the wonders of Miss Holly’s mind and her now well lite fruit bowl.