I only bring desserts to potlucks. I am so stuck on this that more than once I've been to a dessert-only potluck (other must have issues similar to mine). I'm always amazed that people can bring an entree/salad/bread/something not dessert. I've tried, but about an hour before the party I start to freak out. What if there are vegans? Who only eat organic, raw food? But are allergic to broccoli, carrots and spinich? And whose food can only be washed in filtered water during a new moon in August? So I slap together bannana bread. Or is it bananna bread? Why can't I spell bananananana correctly?
At tonight's potluck, my bananana bread sat on the counter, delicately wrapped in plastic wrap. It was ignored while people scarfed cookies, cheesecake, strawberry rhubarb pie, and something that involved cabbage and vinegar which should NOT have been on the dessert table. Finally my bread was unwrapped. By the time I left, there was 3/4 of a loaf left. It's good bananana bread! I hope it finds a worthy home...but not mine, I ate a lot of bananana bread today. This is a sad fable of making banananana bread on a Tuesday.
The moral of today's story: goats like to hit things with their heads.
An Erinku:
Starlight fishes
swimming softly
through sky and water
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