Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday Morning Chat Over Coffee - Eating Out
A friend hosted a potluck dinner yesterday. She grilled the meats and the rest of us brought something to add to the spread. Unlike the church events this one was rather gourmet and it was also a sit down affair. Laura sets a lovely table. But what always amazes me at these events is even without prior arrangement of who was bringing what it turned out great. As anyone been to a potluck were there are all deviled eggs? And why not? Wouldn't the odds predict this happening from time to time?
And don't we all have a dish we can be counted on for bringing: "Oh, here comes Aunt Sally with her 5 bean salad!" I like to do a Salmon pasta salad for summer picnics. Will show up with a special homemade chocolate item around Christmas: Homemade truffles or dried apricots dipped in dark chocolate. But for last night I made a spinach and Portabello mushroom quiche. I don't do that for just any potluck! The kitchen is a total disaster. I begin with fresh spinach and fresh mushroom and a pastry shell that is to die for. If I am going to that much trouble I make two. One for the party and one for home. I am having quiche for breakfast.
Which brings up the question: Do you eat your own dish at a potluck? And what dishes can't you eat? Potlucks are not as easy as they once were. Nor are dinner invitations. Among the guests we had a vegetarian who since last party has decided to stay away from all things dairy. He didn't eat any of my quiche. I stay away from things with corn products due to an allergy but I had to have some of the polenta Julia brought. At least a taste. I didn't dare do that with the soy dish. Another allergy. Then there are the lactose intolerant and ones avoiding bread who were not represented last night.
I am, unfortunately, amidst a group of people swearing off of caffeine. I am not entirely comfy with the chemicals used to decaffeinate coffee. I get a headache from decaf but have this tendency to forget that from one dinner invitation to the next. I also forget how uncomfortable over-eating is. I drove home vowing to never eat again. This morning I still feel stuffed with all the good food and sated on all the great conversation.
I must learn to take less food on to my plate and also to decline the decaf coffee. But then would it be a fully experienced potluck?