In Defense Of The Ol' Fashioned Potluck

In Defense Of The Ol’ Fashioned Potluck

December 6, 2019 Updated December 9, 2019

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When I was little, my father was deployed for half the year in the Navy. One of my fondest memories during that time was my mother taking me and my three sisters to church dinners. This was my idea of heaven.

My mother would chat with all her church friends and I could go rogue with the sugar cookies, brownies, and bars. I usually stayed away from the mystery casseroles, but if I there was a meaty lasagna or layered dip, you better believe my plate was a-heaping.

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We always had family-style get togethers, too. If you were coming over, you brought something. We’d sit around for hours and talk and eat and talk and eat some more. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

There were always certain dishes that had to be present or else: green bean casserole, brownies, and, of course, onion dip with bowls of potato chips.

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When I joined the workforce as an adult, I lived for the holidays because it meant everyone brought in their favorite dish for the office party. We’d set up in the break room and find any excuse we could to have a chat over queso from the Crock Pot.