| Does This Make Me a Food Snob? |
[05 Nov 2009|09:55am] |
Company potlucks make me feel obligated to participate. Especially because it’s food. But the fact is that I’ve got to kind of agree with my few co-workers who have ducked out of it the last few times. 7 dollars a person, and at almost 30 people. And you want to tell me that that just covers three turkeys and some paper plates? Yeah, no. Not to mention the fact that the co-worker who sort of runs these things, and demands that everyone pays and no one be selfish and take their left over dishes home afterwards is the one who breaks out a giant Tupperware at the end of the day to take as much home to her whole family as she can manage.
And even that isn’t what really turns me off to it.
No. What really turns me off to these potlucks. Is that it is so. Damn. Southern.
I grew up in Florida. I live in the south. I always have. But the fact of the matter is that my mother was born in Boston and moved to Puerto Rico. I did not eat much southern food growing up. In fact, my mom is a one hit wonder who cooks the same cycle of meat/rice/beans combos year in and year out. She’s awful at cooking fish. She almost ruined me to pancakes. Variety was not in my diet until I was an adult.
So. I’ve never fully developed a taste for the slimy, lard coated, marginally seasoned slop that most southern food is traditionally. And this list. So far, it looks like this.
Five out of eleven people who have signed up so far are bringing ‘desert’ and one person is bringing cake. One person is bringing a flat of soda.
The rest.
Venison Sausage Collard Greens Ham Smoked Turkey Potato Salad Macaroni Salad
OH, BOY, SON! I’M GETTING HUNGRY NOW.
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