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OK.

So this is really a tribute to food. Last night I went to the Best Potluck Ever (and like the Best Christmas Pagent Ever this evening had its bountiful amounts of ham, but in most other respects it was quite different).

PS-by-the-way do you think the word potluck originated from people who felt pot-ish foods were lucky? or that because everyone brings a pot everyone is lucky? or something?

I digress.

I just wanted to say that when a potluck is so well organized as to scintillate (sp?) my tastebuds then, well: Wow. Last night was like a sparkler for my mouth: exciting, dynamic and, um, textured (?).

I must say I displayed a certain amount of restraint. I ate within the limits imposed on me by nature: no bloating, stomach cramping. This is all good. However, I do have one regret.

I should have eaten more guacamole. Everyone should eat more of it.

Thats all really.
Thank you God for food, tastebuds and potlucks. For: Enough is a feast. And we have so much.