Did someone say "Potluck?"
Apr. 21, 2009 6:27 pm
Updated: Apr. 30, 2009 9:42 am
In the wonderful world of office filing, faxing, collating, stapling, phoning, avoiding, meeting deadlines...and occasionally missing them, lives a creature that I despise, his name is potluck. Potluck always seems to bring out the desperate in people and their need for validation that yes, they too have a knack for making sandwiches and cutting them into small edible and sometimes weird looking pieces. To most office dwellers, potluck is harmless, a chance to meet your fellow cubicle neighbor and mingle over store bought hummus that Patty from accounting says she made...although you know that taste cause you've fibbed about it yourself once or twice. For others who once upon a time actually had aspirations of being a professional chef, Potluck is a dangerous and not so harmless little creature. That's why when I got the e-mail last week about the annual potluck lunch, I started sending out my resume. Now, I am as social as any Tom, Dick, or of course Patty, but there are only so many potato salads and surprise macaroni (by the way tuna is not a surprise...its a nightmare) that one person can consume. And then of course there is the important part, what does an individual who has the ability to cook a meal restaurant worthy bring to a potluck? The ideas start swirling through my head, Crudites with a homemade dip? Foie gras on crostini with candied dates? Nutella sandwiches with homemade mint and rasberry compote? The possibilities are endless and one week is not enough time for these so very important decisions. I click the e-mail off and pull my chair away from the desk, I need air, and an Idea. As I'm walking to the subway I pass by one of my favorite shops called rightfully The Cupcake Shoppe, and it hits me...Cupcakes! I will make small individual cupcakes with the first initial of everyones name and conquer my fear of the the potluck once and for all. Needless to say, my cupcakes were not a culinary masterpiece, they were popular and all gone in 10 minutes, and if I might say so myself surprised me more than the surprise in Patty's macaroni surprise.