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?