So few people cook that if you do they will think you are a rock star.
They will talk about how good your cooking is.
Especially if it’s a pot luck.
Rex’s school said they were doing a community night. Now, none of us parents really understood what that was. I had been cajoling the room parent ( a dad, thankfully who gets acerbic humor) that we needed a wine night for the parents to bond. I’ve been down this road and after pre school the parents aren’t as much fun. Let’s hang out while we still like each other. But, this community night threw off our planned wine-o night. Well, that’s okay, I’m sure it’s a chance for them to tell us how genius our kids are when they finger paint or some profound reflection about blocks. Don’t we all want to hear that stuff? So we all trekked into the teeny, tiny classroom per instructed and brought something to eat or drink, per instructions. I made a savory tart.
However, it was really a wine-o night in a teeny, tiny preschool room with teeny tiny seats. One of the teachers was there, but there was no slide show about development or where they were going to go to college. The parents are a great bunch and we did all enjoy the gab, but it would have BETTER to have been in full sized chairs. Also, there were only a few bottles of red wine brought ( my kingdom for a dry white) and when one latecomer brought in a bottle after all the others had been drained, the opener had vanished. I snuck into another group of captive parents to grab theirs.
I hurt for them. They were in the teeny tiny chairs IN A CIRCLE. No chance for sex jokes in that set up. They looked glum. I ran back to my room. “Ha, ha, the Dolphin room ( names changed to protect the innocent) is in a circle”
“suckers” jeered one dad. As I tore into the last remaining bottle. Back off I yelled, in my head, it’s all for me!
So, the other issue is the FOOD. One other mom made meatballs, good choice. There was a cheese plate on a dish that wasn’t level, so when you went to the cut the cheese (no fart joke intended) it kept flopping over. There was a couple of other things in PACKAGES. In some cases, not out of their packages. How appetizing. No one touched them.
I made an inadequate savory tart. Ricotta cheese, some spices, carmelized onions on puff pastry. I had high hopes for it, but it was a bit on the dry side. I have done better in the past. But, people like it, because so few people cook. People don’t even know what home made food looks like anymore.
I could get evangelical, but instead I’m going back to the drawing board for my savory tart.
The morale of the story is: cook for people, they appreciate it and drinking is more fun in an area where your kids don’t nap.