I'll be celebrating Derby on the dock, which means they'll show the race on a big-screened TV, do $2.00 betting pools for both the winning and losing horse, and everybody will wear giant hats festooned with flowers and foofaraw on their heads, but keep flip flops on their feet.
And, there will be a potluck. Herein lies the problem. Everyone has already claimed their signature potluck dish. If another person knowingly brings the same thing, it is grounds for a fight to death using rusty grilling forks. As the newest member of the marina, all my specialties have already been taken so I don't have a clue what to contribute.
Now, I can make deviled eggs that will make you not only want to smack your mama, but then emancipate yourself and ask me to adopt you. But Roddy, who wins the Bluegill Tournament every year, makes deviled eggs. He puts a sliced jalapeno on each one...which is just WRONG, but it's now tradition.
I also make a Guacamole that delicioso, but Joi makes guacamole and homemade tortilla chips. She's one of the Lesbians of the Lake, I used to call them Lake Lesbians, but that sounded too much like a AAA Baseball team, and wasn't glamorous enough to accurately describe the the Fairy Sisters and their Village. Lesbians of the Lake has a mythological flavor...
Back to flavor....Ms. Shirley makes Asian Cole Slaw, Michael does Red-skinned Potato Salad, Sandy does 7-Layer Salad, Dan the Dock Man brings Pork Barbeque, Frank shares his take on Mama's Mac & Cheese, which he learned to whip up while cooking at the Atomic Cafe. So, what's left for me?
The only other cook-out fare I know how to make are an Orzo Salad that ends up costing about $8.62 per serving and a Dominican dessert for which I'd have to call my ex-husband and get the recipe.
Help! If don't come up with a decent dish, I swear I'm just buying a chocolate fountain and saying "fuck it."
Sharing All I KNOW about the fine art of voluptuating. here's to living the lush life.