Friday, April 24, 2009

The work potluck

Happy Secretary's Week! Yes, I realize they have changed the name to Administrative Professionals, but really, who are they kidding? To celebrate this important annual event, we are having a work potluck. That's right, we are bringing our own food to honor ourselves. It's like making your own birthday cake or sending yourself flowers. A little bit lame. However, that is not my point. My point is that potlucks have a tendency to give me anxiety. What do I bring? What will my potluck food say about me? It's like going to a party of someone you don't know very well. Am I going to be over dressed? Under dressed? Similarly, I don't want to kill it at the potluck with my fresh marionberry scones if everyone else is bringing store bought cookies (and I'm not talking about the ones from the bakery. I mean Keebler). Then I look like I'm lonely and have nothing else to do with my time but spend the evening baking for a work potluck. On the other hand, if someone is going to make an angel food cake decorated with real pansies I don't want to bring a can of Pringles. So like most things that stress me out, rather than coming up with something to bring, I pushed it out of my mind entirely. I was leaving the house this morning when it occurred to me that it was potluck day. I know, how could I forget such a day?! I ran back inside (while the ice on my car defrosted. Yes, its still freezing here.) and grabbed some organic chips from our cupboard and mango salsa from the fridge (both already opened by the way). I did manage to grab a glass bowl to pour the salsa into, but the chips will have to fend for themselves from their dilapidated paper bag. So, what does my potluck item say about me?

P.S. I walked into the break room this morning and some carnivore has a crock pot of meatballs brewing. What does their potluck item say about them?

4 comments:

  1. There is nothing wrong with loving juicy balls of meat!

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  2. Don't sweat it. There's always that one person with the crock pot full of meatballs. I think they have that thing cooking meatballs every day in the event of a potluck.

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  3. For once, that was not my husband who brought the meatballs. And I was out of town, so his items said "Sad sack loser whose wife is out of town, here, eat my crap".

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  4. Oh this cracked me up! Secretary week is hard at my house as my mother has been in the profession for most of her life. It is also the week of her birthday and mother's day looms on the horizon. Yesterday I settled for sending a nice bouquet in a teacup.
    And potlucks- The Forks has an end of the year potluck for employees and their families. So I find this super cute "Fork's Burger" cookie recipe where you arrange nilla wafers (bun), thin mint (patty), coconut dyed green for lettuce, and frosting dyed orange for the cheese. The frosting glues it together. Somehow someone else tried to make mini burger cookies too. My looked great, theirs not so much. And they were really pissed that I didn't sign up for them....

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