I just got a tweet from blogger Suddenly Sahm. The acronymic, laid-off S(tay)-a(t)-h(ome)-m(om) who loves to cook thought I’d appreciate her latest blog-post. One that delves into the oft-asked question, “What can I bring?” Suddenly Sahm ponders the ubiquity of that query, and wonders:
“Where did this come from? I was raised to bring a hostess gift when invited to someone’s home, but unless the occasion was expressly labeled a potluck, I do not remember my mother ever bringing a dish to someone’s home or vice versa.
Funny she should bring it up. She’s right, of course. Among my crowd, that’s the standard response to any invite, and I’m as guilty of asking the question as the next person. It was the first thing my best friend asked early this week when I called to say, “Mac’s making paella, you guys in for Friday night?” (Of course they were in. Who wouldn’t want Mac’s paella?)
Just show up with a nice Rioja, OK?
So, what do you think: Has every dinner party turned into a potluck? Is there something wrong with that?