A close girlfriend and I were on the phone today.
I had just dropped Duncan off at Jr Lifeguarding - and at noon, there
was a potluck for all the "Jr Lifeguards" and the Lifeguards on the
various beaches. I was on my way to the store. Today is National Beans
and Franks days (in case you were wondering). Our contribution was
going to be "Pigs in a Blanket"
Easy to make. Easy to eat. Easy to share.
Potlucks in various regions of the country have their specialties. I was SO excited to see what other people were going to bring - the "local" customs. At the same time, intimidated - don't want to bring something everyone else brings - and the "Martha Stewart" in me, well, wants to make it good.
LOTS of sweets, of course. My sons asked if there was watermelon. The reply - there is mango. (and there was A LOT OF MANGO)
The local potluck staple? I have to look up the name - but it looks like a rather large California Roll, but it's not - seaweed paper, sticky rice, and spam. Yes, I had the same thought. Duncan had three of them. I asked him what he thought of them. "These are really good". Tonight at dinner, I told him what they were. Really?? Spam's not so bad.......
Beef Stroganoff, lots of poke (pronounced po-kay") (one of our favorite local things). And of course all your normal potluck stuff - the bucket of KFC; chips, salsa, not one humus tray in sight.
Nice parents. Nice lifeguards. Nice place in life.
My girlfriend says to me, "You are going to a potluck? You do realize you don't live there, don't you?" Are we sure about that?
We have "dropped in" to this place - and become one.