Last month, I went to the Relief Society birthday party in my ward. I got there a little late, so I dropped off my assigned potato salad and found a table to sit down.
Now, I love this blue cheese potato salad from Gourmet magazine. Since discovering it, I don’t make the yellow potato salad anymore.
After the opening prayer, we went to the buffet line. Interestingly, even though there were 60 women there, only 4 of us had brought food. So, there were 2 potato salads, a noodle/tuna/corn? dish, and a green salad. Oh, but fortunately, there was a lot of ham for those who cared for it.
Because of the way the food was set up, I couldn’t get to my blue cheese potato salad, so I took small amounts of the other dishes and skipped the ham. Our table was all seated, and the woman next to me took a bite of my potato salad and said, “Oh, this is not nearly as good as I thought it was going to be, and I got way too much of it.”
Then, the whole table launched into how it just didn’t taste right. One woman suggested they all just spread it around on their plates so they it looked like they ate it.
“Why does it taste funny?”
“Hmmm…I think it’s the cheese.”
“What is it?”
“Oh, yes, definitely feta.”
Now, part of me wanted to jump in, correct such egregious mistakes, and say that I had made it, but with each successive comment about my potato salad, I got more and more stuck. I was also pretty heartbroken. I had been hoping to start a gourmet group (like my fabulous one in Boston) in this ward. And, since my table didn’t know what blue cheese looked or tasted like, I’m a little worried about how this will happen.
The evening continued, and at the end of the night, I went to grab my bowl. One of the women sitting at my table was drying it. I almost didn’t want to take it from her because then she would know what had happened. But, my name was on the bottom of the bowl anyway (and really, shouldn’t she learn that disparaging food at a potluck is a no-no?!).
I took it from her, thanking her for washing it. The look on her face made me feel too bad for her to have my feelings hurt anymore. So, you probably don’t want to take this to your ward’s next potluck, but I think it’s delicious!