The job I had before the job I have was for a small little lobby shop in downtown DC. It was such a tiny little shop that we had to live within a pretty big PR Firm. It was a nice way to live, all the comforts of a big office (supply room, big copier, rockin softball team). It was such a cool place that they had a variety of social functions, including International Day. International Day was an annual lunch where everyone brought their favorite dish. There were a fair number of folks from different parts of the world, among my favorites were the bread pudding care of a very cool girl from India and the best sweet iced tea from a lady from Georgia. It was tasty!!
I brought orange Jello with shaved carrots. Exotic isn't it. Utah isn't really another country, but it was the only Utahesque thing I could think of to bring other than Mormon Muffins. or funeral potatoes.
After folks got over the randomness of the jello, they realized it was kinda good - which it is in sort of an odd, jello kind of way. Someone asked me why Utahns have such odd food. I told them it was because Utahns like most people have dysfunctional families, but don't drink. I guess shaved carrots take the edge off.
Leo Tolstoy wrote "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." A friend of mine has combined dysfunctional families and Utah food in a theatrical setting. Funeral Potatoes opens thursday night and runs through the 14th of February. It's a one woman play and apparently you are served actual funeral potatoes during the production.
Sounds like a grand time.
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