Can I just say that I love potlucks?? I really love them. I love the anticipation and day-dreaming about lovelys I'll get to put on my Styrofoam plate. The old friends are routinely there, like warm flannel pj pants..... cheesy potatoes, green bean casserole, baked beans... But it's the new loves cuddled up in their Tupperware that draw me like a hummingbird. I love trying new foods. I love trying at least one bite of things, just for the bragging rights....toad stir-fry, chicken hearts. I think this side of me was born when my Dad dared his 10 year old Lori to eat a frog leg and 14 year old Lori to order Wild Boar off the menu. It's especially fun if I'm not quite sure what it is! (The only time this didn't work out so well was in Thailand....found out into the second bite that the sweet little dumplings in my soup weren't dumplings, but blood clots. My apologies, if you're snacking while reading...) Th...
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