Tonight I served up some fishes
Which tasted absolutely deliciouz
The guests were not fleeting
When they were done eating,
They stayed and helped with the dishes
Several years ago, Bethany hosted a supper on a Friday night for twelve. The evening went well, and she put on another about a month later. We relished the good conversation, good food, good company, and relaxation. Prep and clean-up were a huge amount of work; still she hosted events with increasing frequency, and then with regularity.
Then her mother got sick and she was gone for six weeks. By then the dinners had become so enjoyable for our social group and for me that I didn’t want them to stop. I phoned the participants and told them that while Bethany was gone I would be hosting not a supper but a potluck, and I would be providing the main dish.
I enjoy cooking, many do not. Those on the list who preferred not to prepare food didn’t mind helping with dishes afterwards.
That first Friday potluck went well. The work load of cooking and clean-up was well-distributed. When making the calls earlier in the week I would ask people, “Do you want to bring or clean?” Overall, the labor intensiveness of the event decreased.
Our Friday night potlucks have taken on a life of their own. While we were in Alaska the usual crowd met in our house without us.
We brought back sixty kilos of fish from Alaska, and I intend to use it before freezer burn sets in. This week we’ll have two potlucks, one on Tuesday and one on Friday.
I smoked two salmon fillets over charcoal. We boiled chunks of halibut briefly in light sugar syrup (a cup in a quart) and got an approximation of lobster.
Before the meal was done I was already planning for Friday.