It’s 11:08 right now, so I’ll get this one in before it’s not Friday anymore. I’m doing better at remembering! And don’t you love the P alliteration in this week’s entry titles? It also seems to be LOLCats Week on the blog. Sorry.
I don’t know about your people, but Midwesterners are potluck people. My mother-in-law, for example, could throw a potluck with a bag of grapes and a pitcher of iced tea. She loved them–still does–the more the merrier, if people just bring desserts, then we eat desserts for supper. And that’s actually the key–a potluck should be SPONTANEOUS. Unplanned. No “if your name begins with a Y, bring chips” kind of stuff. Everybody just bring something and come hang out.
Why am I thinking about this? My writing group, my sisters in ink, we had a potluck on Wednesday. What did we eat? Popcorn. And some hummus, veggies, salsa, chips, meat, cheese, and wine. Oh, and mini cupcakes and strawberry shortcake. I think that’s all. It was spontaneous, and it was delicious.
Delicious not just because of the food. Delicious because of the relative impromptu-ness of it all (we decided just the day before, and nobody planned), and because Midwesterners like to share food and conversation over weird collections of victuals (or “vittles”). We ate and worked and talked and enjoyed each other.
I’m sure this can’t be just Midwesterners who do this–can it? I know Midwesterners are the people who do holiday sweaters (never so well described as by my incredibly writerly cousin Susan), but we can’t be the only potluck people. Can we?