Tomorrow is Easter with the start of spring break to follow. The combination of this, the impending departure of our unit chaplain and several key NCOs has led to a veritable cornucopia of luncheons, farewells and potlucks. I've made more brownies, rice krispie treats and pots of mac'n'cheese than I care to count.
And don't even ask how much I've eaten. I might have to kill you.
Yesterday, I was complaining to CPT Dick that I had no idea what to make for the Easter potluck. It was stressing me out.
"Stressing you out? The whole thing about a potluck is that you don't have to stress out. You make one dish. Everyone else makes one dish. And then everyone can eat a little of each. It is the definition of no-stress."
"But we've had so many in the past weeks. I can't make what I made last time."
"Why not?"
"Because, apparently, in potluck ettiquette, unless you have a signature dish that people specifically request, you have to change it up."
"There's potluck ettiquette?"
"So I'm told."
"And here I thought it only involved not just eating 6 helpings of one thing."
"Shows what you know."
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