pot luck

With the new school year comes a new load of parental obligations and responsibilities, in the shape of volunteer sheets, soccer sign up sheets, annual school auction requests.... and the class social night in the shape of a pot luck that some poor parent agreed to host in their house.
We always fret about the pot luck, Richard a little more than myself, because you want the food you bring to be tasty yet easy to make, eclectic yet not too eccentric, and the finished dish shouldn't add on to the workload of the already stressed out hostess. Once it's out of it's Tupperware, no re-heating or ornamental presentation should be required. That pretty much rules out all the dishes we know how to cook (mine are too eccentric and none of Richards take under three hours to prepare).

We start strategies and bounce between a chicken dish and a salad. Maybe meatballs? Should we just go for sushi? No, we can't. That's not on. Bake bread? Or a desert. No one ever brings desert!

- Don't worry, I say after a while. If nothing else works, we just do what we did last year, and deny any knowledge of the un-eaten chicken and say we brought the posh quiche and the nice Pinot from Sonoma! Everyone seemed to believes us, it could work again.