Take in a dish, take home the glory! or How I do pot lucks

"Laura Williams Argilla has figured out what dessert I'm making for the pot luck. I'm pretty sure I'm going to win this one! Just wait for my victory laps around the cafeteria, fist pumping in the air as the kids sing the Rocky theme. Awesome!" I posted on Facebook. Ignore the odd use of third and first person in a single status update, but the facts are there.

Preschool pot lucks are stiff competition. Sure there are the basics. Jello wigglers, big hits with the kids, parents ignore them. Fancy green salads, parents like them, kid pretend they don't exist. There are always chocolate chip cookies and brownies. Usually there's a lasagna. Sometimes sublime sometimes sub par. Other moms bring in more exotic fare. And there is always a winner. Always, even if no one says anything about it. The winter pot luck was tricky. But I had an advantage going in. I was the new mom at preschool, the other moms had no idea I would bring out the big guns. I killed at the last pot luck and I am going to win this one as well.

Now back to Facebook. A few people asked for a sneak peek of what I was making, someone asked which Rocky theme the kids would sing, Eye of the Tiger or Come and Fly Now.
Then my sister had to ask, "Is it even a competition?"

My response? "Kathleen, it's ALWAYS a competition. They may not bill it as a competition, but that just weeds out the weak." And technically, it may not be a competition, but just let that try and stop me from competing. It's in my nature.

So she says "Some how I knew it was a 'competition'." Nice. She's even sarcastic in her Facebook comments. That's my big sister for you.

But she hasn't had the cake I'm making for the pot luck. That would change her tune. And if that didn't do it, the herbed goat cheese and heirloom tomato tarts might.

That's right bitches, I play for keeps!