Potluck Potlaw

"Do you think a chef can just say "It's OK"?"

Ian was making fun of my lackluster response.  What am I supposed to say?  I'm not a chef, so what I made for the work potluck was good enough... Though I knew what he meant: The Potluck Potlaw.  I've brought shame to my name. :P

Gloria, Ursula, Slavica, and Me.

But though my dish wasn't very popular (black bean salad), and I wasn't a huge part of the planning of this event, I felt really welcomed back into the Social Committee fold.

The four of us ran like clockwork, transporting all the supplies using the file carts (left), setting up the room in record time, and even having a moment for a selfie and some dancing.

The program was really simple this time around (food, door prizes, a few speeches), but it was all really appreciated.

And here I thought it would be awkward coming back.  I should really worry less.