| Potlucks are the opposite of foo foo snobbery. It is the meal of the common communal folks. No hoity toity fancy schmancy dinner party going on here. |
Ro-tel is a brand of canned tomatoes with green chiles. If you do not know this, you can type "Ro-tel" into Google to find out. |
| My pet peeve is where half the stuff is from Costco and tastes like crap. Choc chip cookies in a plastic tub, gross pizza, wilted caesar salad and some random dip. And I've spent time making a homemade dish. *grumble* |
| If I get an invite with enough warning, I'm down with briing something homemade and edible. But the last-minute swim team potluck that starts at 5:30 on a work day? I'm throwing a pizza from the train station Sbarros on the table and saying, "I was at work. You know...at my job." |
I'd be stoked, assuming the rest of the menu is chili or tacos or burgers or something, and not beouf bouriguignon. |
This is me. Personally I only like to eat food which is prepared by people I know well. I'm pretty leery of other people's kitchen habits. |
Exactly. And if you notice everyone said it was fine he was buying. Except for the weirdo who thinks everyone goes to potlucks to sample the food.... |
Eh. Do you dine out? The fancier the restaurant, the more spit you eat. Chefs taste early and often. They double-dip. |
Actually I do. I work in foodservice and most commercial kitchens are cleaner. Of course there are exceptions! |
| The two previous posts are hilarious in a row... |
| Man, where is "dollop of goat cheese on endive" lady? |
Lol. I even look for the good tortilla chips when I bring Ro-tel. At home we eat cheap knock-off chips. |
It's funny, we went to a big potluck at our pool this labor day weekend. There was pulled pork BBQ and black bean salad and Asian tossed salad and a bunch of other stuff my kids wouldn't touch. But - hey! - look, there's a ton of bananas! I'd never seen anyone provide them at a potluck but I was sure psyched to see them! My kids ate 2 each. I work FT. I always WANT to cook something for school or pool potlucks but sometimes I have to pick something up. Sometimes it's just chips or water or cookies. But who cares? It's not a fancy dinner, it's a potluck. It's like dinner by Russian Roulette. It's great that someone else can pick up the slack for me, this time, and next time, I'll be the one to make the homemade trifle. It takes a village, right? |
And yet most DCUMers look at your homemade dish and think "saliva, sweat, bacteria and cat hair." |
More for me. (Of the homemade dish, that is; not of the saliva, sweat, bacteria, and cat hair.) |