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
*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!