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The Worst Potluck Horror Stories of All Time - Worksgiving

The Worst Potluck Horror Stories of All Time - Worksgiving
From The Kitchn - November 9, 2017

The potluck is a time-honored tradition that makes most of us pull out our slow cookers, dust off our festive-themed holiday serving dishes, and indulge in way (way) too many cookies. However, it's also a time when the best of intentions go awry. From raw chicken to accidental babysitters, here are some of the most cringeworthy potluck experiences ever.

Rose B., Califronia: I went to a work party and someone brought one of those huge Costco trays of cookies and they attached a sign that said"ONLY TAKE ONE!" Of course, we all thought it was because she was worried about having enough cookies even though there were more than enough for people to have multiple cookies. We found out at the end that she put the sign there because she wanted to bring the leftovers home for herself.

Stephen S., Massachusetts: I know my coworkers are into food. I have gone out to dinner with them. That's why I am really surprised by the fact that I feel like I have been to nine potlucks where the majority of offerings are terrible dry celery and white baby carrot crudits with some questionable dip that's like somewhere between ranch and despair. What gives?

Jason C., New Jersey: I am known for my double chocolate Oreo crunch cookies at work. I make them every year and bring them into work for the holiday party. However, I am also known for my spicy fried chicken at home, which I brine for 24 hours. I brine the chicken in an opaque plastic container. I use an identical container to transport the cookies to work once a year. Guess what showed up at the holiday party? Luckily, nobody mistook uncooked chicken wings for chocolatey dessert.

Christine A., North Carolina: When I was an intern, there was a holiday party held in the office building after work one night.I did not want to arrive empty-handedI make a mean cheese plate, so I got some fancy triple creme cheese and gorgeous preserves and headed to work the day of the party, planning to pull out the plate after work when the party started. When we all closed up our computers and headed to the partywith our potluck items, the other interns and I really made ourselves at home ... babysitting the kids of the heads of the company. Little did I know, interns were considered glorified babysitters and the entire evening was spent trying to surreptitiously drink cocktails while also keeping the kids from crashing into the marble pillars in the lobby.

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