Happy, happy Potluckday everyone!
Today I am screening all potluck participants to make sure they are not related to Ron because of this:
My cousins and I once had this idea to conoct a truly hideous dish to put out on the picnic table – a hot dish casserole that included meat, maraschino cherries, and had potato chips sprinkled atop it. A couple of older folks ate it and declared it “interesting,” in an apparent attempt not to discourage the poor bachelor students who had obviously gone to a great deal of trouble.
It makes you wonder if others have been up to shenanigans (Wow. Twice in one week.)
Here is where Holly usually changes the words of a song to include the word ‘potluck’ to amuse herself even if it annoys her dear readers, but this week it is different because Holly actually found a REAL song with the word ‘potluck’ (and it has fancy foreign language words at the end making Holly look smart and worldly):
Everybody knows that the best kind of parties
Wind up round a kitchen with an old wood stove
someone starts humming
and we all start singing
to the squeezebox fiddle
and the old banjo.
The potluck cover charge
is a poor boy
or a keg full of hurricane
while we laissez les bon temps roulez
–Diane Chase’s Soiree in the Kitchen
Chicken(s) of the week…
Holy crap people! I had a dear reader arrive after Googling, “dog hair in potluck”.
Gross!
Gross!
Gross!
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?
I brought my donut to the potluck.
Yeah! It is time to find out who is Peep of the Week!
In response to my issue of space:
I find this phenomenon to also be true in my bed. As in there’s a huge-assed bed with tons of space, and yet I am the one wearing the toddler like a cloak. Go figure.Thanks Trannyhead! You are this week’s peep of the week.
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?
A bunch of naked oranges because of this:
Rhett became obsessed with removing all fruit stickers and placing them on his stained striped shirt.
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Some Nirvana programming notes:
Tuesday–My latest animated adventure debuts…WHERE?
Wednesday–COME GET INVOLVED!
I am setting up Mr. Linky to link to YOUR blog.
This Wednesday I
If someone was only going to read ONE of your blog posts, which one would you want it to be?
Thursday–I haven’t the slightest idea, I mean I just scheduled TWO whole days ahead of time which is a Nirvana first.
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May your shirt be filled with fruit stickers this Monday…
A warning to other potluckers: Stay away from Holly’s chicken. It looks a little funny.
The poor naked oranges. Will they survive the week?
Hey this phenomenon of space also happens in church I realized yesterday but never had time to post. THere is a whole big ole Pew with just us on it and they have to be on my lap and under my arm . What is up with that??? I am so impressed that nirvana is planning .. A little concerned also.. What IS going on overthere.
Hope the chicken(s) of the week is regular dish at potluck 😉
OMG the bachelor’s dish…did I ever eat that and actually like it? Please tell me no.
My favorite “dish” at potluck this week was the chicken one. So cute!! : )
From the potluck song:
“The potluck cover charge
is a poor boy
or a keg full of hurricane
while we laissez les bon temps roulez…”
Since I speak Cajun-ese, I can translate! “poor boy” = poboy (a really great sandwich on long french bread buns. “Keg full of hurricane” = a deadly delicious drink first made at Pat O’Brien’s in the N.O. French Quarter. The last line above = Let the good times roll.
PS. Can ya get that precious chicken to sing the potluck song for us? 😉
In my fruit bowl – three way over ripe bananas left here by my mother-in-law, and a peach she whipped out of her purse right before they left last night.
When did she turn into the old lady who carries fruit?!
LOVE the chicken(s) – so darn cute!
Em
i loved that wearing a toddler like a cloak comment as well! very fitting.
my fruitbowl…3 suckers from france and a package of nasty turkish gum. i think those are the same things that were in there last week. i really should buy some fruit.
I never get tired of chicken! Just adorable!