Who doesn’t love a big potluck dinner? A little internet research tells us the word pot-luck first appeared in 16th century England, used to mean “food provided for an unexpected or uninvited guest, the luck of the pot.” Since that time, the term has been used to mean “a communal meal, where guests bring their own food.”
I attended three potluck dinners during the holidays. The first, a year-end awards ceremony for our local horse show circuit, had long tables, each full of home-cooked dishes, stretching the length of a small gymnasium. The second was a meal following the funeral of a teacher from my hometown, comforting those who came together to mourn the loss of a loved one. The third was here at the office, our tradition of enjoying our colleagues’ company before everyone departs for the holidays.
Each potluck came with echoes of “You have to try that casserole,” and “Oh, my, this dessert is good,” and “Can you send me that recipe?” My favorites from each potluck? In no particular order: pumpkin cheesecake bars, creamed corn, and tamales.
With each of these potluck dinners, I realized that food enjoyed never seems to go together. For instance, at one potluck, I had pasta salad with enchiladas and BBQ meatballs, all on the same plate. But it never seems to matter, because each is great, showing off the cook’s skills.
That makes each gathering to share dinner special and if you’re “pot-lucky,” something you too can enjoy soon.
Posted by Abby.