Potluck is just another way of saying “Lazy Hostess,” and I’m fine with that. Actually, that’s not entirely true when you consider the dishes to be done, recovery drink recipes to be consulted, cleaning your home, attempting some form of coordination or theme, but you know what? I still don’t care. I love people and filling our home with stories and faces. I love the possibility in it, the way we can become closer as friends. In fact, it shouldn’t just be a potluck food party, but a potluck person party. As in, bring your favorite dish and a favorite friend. But I guess that’s basically what teens do before the police turn up. Still, I love making new friends and finding new recipes to steal and claim as my own. I also get to hear people talk about the bella slow cooker review they read without reading it and that pleases me. In that spirit, I’ve decided, quite last minute, to throw a potluck brunch. And miracle of miracles, Phil’s actually on board. That is to say, he’s “Fine with it. Just don’t involve me with any of it.” Baby steps, people.
Now, in last-minute fashion, do you have a preference in invitation before I email them off? I had considered throwing an “After The Throw-up Party” on New Year’s Day, or the “Un-light Our Tree While We Get You Lit Party,” but neither really rolled off the New Year tongue. So Hair Of The Dog seemed to trump the Hangover Cure Party because really, there are enough “cure” parties, and who wants to start the year off with a cliche?
Also, I plan to select the “potluck option”, where people, when RSVP’ing, will select from the potluck menu what they will be bringing (dessert, salad, chili or stew, etc.) so we don’t end up with leafy greens and only leafy greens—much to the chagrin of Dr. Oz.
Option #1 Retro
Option #2 Orange Luck
I drew inspiration from various sources on the web. Where, exactly, I couldn’t say, due to the holiday brain I’ve got goin’ on (a cousin to Pregnancy Brain, but sans hormones and tenderness). So I leave you with this flickr inspiration of mine.