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…
Dog hair in potluck sounds like the name of a punk band!
Trannyhead should always be a peep of the week, I mean really… sumos, curls and green beans. She’s just fab.
Which one post? Damn you evil woman. You are no longer my darling TexasHolly, you will forever more be known as that DamnTexasHolly. 🙂
I am frightened of anyone related to Ron or any Ronish dishes. I wonder if he’s ever heard of Slumgullion, just the name alone should make him happy 🙂 As long as he always feeds old people with dead tastebuds, he should be good.
At least you got that penny out of there. It was ruining the whole neighborhood, and I heard that the fruit were going to be boycotting… Hey! Maybe that’s why there is actual fruit (albeit naked) in there this week. Dang Pennies.
Naked oranges, surely that isn’t good!
Your fruit go naked to a potluck. Put some clothes on them for goodness sake!
STICKERS!! I love stickers! Whoot whoot!
um… btw… Mr. Linky actually links to Mr. Linky…. it's a scam… you don't have to believe me – go to 'view source' on a Mr. Linky post – yes the links are there but AFTER the link to Mr. Linky which means that they don't get read by the spiders and bots. >Love you<
that is the cutest chicken ever.
as for questionable things served at potlucks, i do know of a person who frosted and decorated a slab of wax and proved without a doubt that newspaper people will eat ANYTHING.
I’m proud of Rhett for removing the superfluous stickers. And, congrats to Trannyhead!
I have a chicken at my spin class too.
In my house, its not fruit stickers (because, again, I do not *have* a fruit bowl) but coupons. Hubs called me at work this morning to tell me that he came out of the bathroom to find Nick (3) had “delivered” the coupons like mail all over the house. Heh heh heh…SO glad it was HIM to pick them up for a change!