Did you guys know it’s Thanksgiving next week?! NEXT WEEK!
Listen, it’s not that I don’t like Thanksgiving, because I do. I mean granted my ancestors had the decency to:
a) Be part of the Established Church
b) Not get lost on their way to Virginia and wind up in some godforsaken place where they didn’t have the sense not to trade Babe Ruth.
So Thanksgiving isn’t really my thing, it’s pretty much just pre-gaming Advent for me, but there’s Obligatory Pie and any holiday involving Obligatory Pie is the sort of holiday that’s a-ok by me.
It’s also the season of Unwelcome Potlucks. There are few things I love more than a good potluck, because a good potluck is a blood sport in the South, and your covered-dish event can’t be considered a true success until someone cries, with extra points if someone gets tomato aspic –with homemade mayonnaise, of course– tossed at their head in a fit of pique.
Unfortunately, Unwelcome Potlucks –the office potluck being the worst– are as banal as their counterpoints are sublime. At this very moment I am staring at the food altar onto which a veritable sea of Cool Whip cheesecakes, dump cakes (how, uh, evocative) and deflated veggie trays have been placed. Which isn’t to say there aren’t a few guilty pleasures to be had. There is something shiny and beige in a casserole that was pretty good, and it’s hard to go wrong with a properly stuffed egg (although I will go to my grave thinking sweet stuffed eggs are a lowbrow abomination, if you turn your head for more than a second you will return to a surprisingly quiet and puff-cheeked Miss Plumcake).
So in the spirit of the food coma into which I will shortly enter, Today Miss Plumcake wants to know:
What is your favorite potluck food? Do you have a guilty pleasure? What’s the most embarrassing, tragic foodstuffs you’ve seen at a covered-dish and more importantly, was it delicious?