Today has been a quiet Sunday, spent mostly smiling smugly to myself and mentally patting myself on the back (ok, a few times actual awkward self patting did happen). I couldn’t help myself, I am just so friggin pleased with myself for pulling off a corker of a potluck party last night! My belly is also pleased, and now cannot remember what it feels like to be the least bit hungry. Ahhhh happiness.
I started a Masters course in September last year and through the course have met some wonderful people from around the world who I now consider great friends. As is the case with many of my friends, we have bonded whilst sharing food, sharing stories, and sharing stories over food, but it’s getting close to the end of the course now and many of my new friends will be returning to their own countries soon. The 9 months since September have flown by with almost impossible speed, and as such I had recently been increasingly panicky that 1. I will have to say a misty-eyed ‘au revior’ to my new friends soon, and, arguably more importantly 2. there’s a lot of food we still need to share! A lot! As a means of dispelling said panic I decided to host a party that would give us all a chance to get together before hibernating into final dissertation cave and share the foods we love from our own countries. And so International Potluck Party was born!
I was a bit worried as I stood yesterday rolling out bits of haggis in to small balls that maybe the idea was ridiculous and nobody would really bring anything, the way someone tries to host a ‘Grease’ party, spends a fortune on Brylcreem and denim and then all guests turn up looking absolutely normal despite their enthusiasm 3 weeks before. The fret-o-meter levels continued to rise when the first guest, my lovely Thai friend Sue, turned up with a pineapple. “Ummm, great! Do you want me to cut it up?” I said. “No”, Sue said, “I’ll just put it on the table”. Ok.
I need to have more faith in my friends, because then Sue laid the pineapple flat, lifted the top and revealed a glorious display of Thai pineapple fried rice. Actually amazing. Triple points for presentation, wonderful Sue! That moment really set the tone for the party, as mental fret-o-meter was immediately thrown in mental bin! Guests then began to arrive in chatty, smiling groups of friends bearing wonderful smelling foods inspired from round the world! Hand-rolled sushi, Chinese ‘wine chicken’, chilli, sticky pork ribs, lots and lots of things I don’t know the name of but tasted incredible, and of course, haggis balls with whisky sauce. The best part about hosting was getting to keep all the leftovers at the end, and basking in the enjoyment of another tick for the bucket list! Must stop patting, my back is getting sore.