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superbadgirlHere's the thing. My office likes to eat. Any excuse for a potluck! Colleague is retiring on Friday, instead of a big shindig she requested a potluck. I'm not disparaging potlucks. I enjoy a good smorgasbord now and again...
But the thing is: everyone always brings the same things. Time and again, J brings "the funeral potatoes". The the is significant, as it implies no potluck would be a potluck without them. It gets boring! No one tries new things. Well, phooey on them and phooey on having to schelp to the store to get ingredients to feed an army of people who will buy a bag of tater tots, a tub of sour cream and some cream soup, dump it all together and call it a potluck dish. Instead, I raided my cupboards, made some brown rice, whipped up a quick cheesy bechamel sauce, tossed in copious amounts of broccoli and carrots and voila! Something no one's ever brought before, and made from scratch. Also, it didn't all fit in the casserole dish I have, so I sampled some for dinner and it's delicious. I'd have subbed in half "cauliflower rice" for the regular rice if I thought people wouldn't balk.
Don't mind me, I'll be over here looming over everyone else with my superior potluck skills and snobbery.
For real, though, I stopped eating the funeral potatoes ages ago, the "famous" cornbread casserole is awful and is often tossed, and the pre-chopped veggie platters are filled with vegetables so old there isn't any nutritional value in them anymore.
In roof news, my mother says to me this weekend, she says, "Oh, and your brother exclaimed when he heard of your roof woes, 'doesn't she know she's got a brother who can help with that stuff?!'" Nice timing, bro. And no, he did not get in touch with me. I don't think I'd have him do it anyway, as the chimney has to get gone and I doubt he'd want that much involvement.
But the thing is: everyone always brings the same things. Time and again, J brings "the funeral potatoes". The the is significant, as it implies no potluck would be a potluck without them. It gets boring! No one tries new things. Well, phooey on them and phooey on having to schelp to the store to get ingredients to feed an army of people who will buy a bag of tater tots, a tub of sour cream and some cream soup, dump it all together and call it a potluck dish. Instead, I raided my cupboards, made some brown rice, whipped up a quick cheesy bechamel sauce, tossed in copious amounts of broccoli and carrots and voila! Something no one's ever brought before, and made from scratch. Also, it didn't all fit in the casserole dish I have, so I sampled some for dinner and it's delicious. I'd have subbed in half "cauliflower rice" for the regular rice if I thought people wouldn't balk.
Don't mind me, I'll be over here looming over everyone else with my superior potluck skills and snobbery.
For real, though, I stopped eating the funeral potatoes ages ago, the "famous" cornbread casserole is awful and is often tossed, and the pre-chopped veggie platters are filled with vegetables so old there isn't any nutritional value in them anymore.
In roof news, my mother says to me this weekend, she says, "Oh, and your brother exclaimed when he heard of your roof woes, 'doesn't she know she's got a brother who can help with that stuff?!'" Nice timing, bro. And no, he did not get in touch with me. I don't think I'd have him do it anyway, as the chimney has to get gone and I doubt he'd want that much involvement.
