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...
37 comments:
I never get tired of chicken! Just adorable!
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.
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
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? ;)
My favorite "dish" at potluck this week was the chicken one. So cute!! : )
OMG the bachelor's dish...did I ever eat that and actually like it? Please tell me no.
Hope the chicken(s) of the week is regular dish at potluck ;)
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.
The poor naked oranges. Will they survive the week?
A warning to other potluckers: Stay away from Holly's chicken. It looks a little funny.
The question is, did you remember to remove the stickers before you washed the shirt? I've ruined more clothing that way...
The chicken laid a . . . bike? Oh.
Does he everytake the chicken suit off?? I do have to say he is the cutest little chicken I every have seen. Has he learned the dance yet??
Wearing the labels is so much more acceptable than leaving them on the fruit to be eaten...I have found in my experience.
I have to stop arriving here so early for the potluck. A bunch of us groggy eyed regulars eating from each others cereal boxes while trying to wake up seems too much like life on the road. I need to start showing up later, when the more exotic lunch dishes come out.
I had to get a donut after falling on my sons skate while at a roller skating party. It worked for awhile until my new puppy popped it.
Everyone knows naked goards are way hotter than naked oranges.
I am so not a crockpot person. I can never seem to get things to work and my family hates things mixed together...so I give up.
I am going to have to come back on Wednesday cause I got a few good bloggy ones. Narrow it down to one, that is gonna be hard.....
Your chickens of the week are toooo cute!
Does that mean your friut bowl contains fruit. Im confused
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!
I have a chicken at my spin class too.
I'm proud of Rhett for removing the superfluous stickers. And, congrats to Trannyhead!
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.
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<
Your fruit go naked to a potluck. Put some clothes on them for goodness sake!
Naked oranges, surely that isn't 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.
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.
Dog hair in potluck sounds like the name of a punk band!
I forgot about the days when simply being a Chiquita banana was fun. Sigh.
LOL what a fun post- I always feel smothered by kids and now dogs. LOLOL.
The littlest diva now fights the grandson for the fruit stickers... our fruit is always naked, I didn't know we were supposed to keep them dressed. ;)
- your song was amazing...
- you have a Philadelphia chicken living in your house! you are so lucky! (Do wop do wap)
- your poor oranges were violated twice. once by being stripped naked and then again when you fruit porned them by telling the world about it.
you should be ashamed...
My kids like to put those orange stickers on THEIR FOREHEADS, the big goobers.
Loved the picture of the issue of space. I know exactly what you mean.
I'll look forward to reading favorite blog posts.
Kids just love stickers. It doesn't matter what's on them.
your little chickens are killing me. so funny!
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