Always check the fine print

 Thanksgiving is a week away and the Owen Culinary Society (OCS) decided to throw a potluck dinner so international students could experience the goodness of turkey. The event was a huge success! We had over 35 people devouring superb food and the whole of building smelled of deliciousness and festiveness. We even had people come up and ask if they could join us. Yes, having it in the lobby was a great idea and a great promotion for the most active club at Owen! So as you see, OCS rules!  Yeah, no self endorsement here...

I e-mailed my mom on Tuesday night asking about her turkey recipe. Since she hasn’t responded by my morning (I sometimes love the 7 hour time difference) I gave her a call. First thing she asked me is how did I get stuck roasting a turkey since I’m not exactly a native American. I am pretty sure she was not referring to American Indians. All I could tell her is to give me the recipe and to ponder that question in the solitude as I was slicing up eight medium sized onions.

I looked up the definition when the turkey was in the oven and somehow it  got reinforced – potluck: a dinner party in which guests bring dishes to share. Except not many people wanted to share, but many wanted to eat. Then there was some mix up and we ended up to have to find a new location (since when it rains, it pours, right?). So I said foolishly, if needed be, I can roast one of the turkeys. I think it was misunderstood for “I want to roast a turkey.” But all I ever wanted was a pumpkin pie. One perfect pumpkin pie; easy to make, I haven’t overworked myself, but here it is so you can’t say I haven’t brought anything pie… So there I was, a pumpkin pie cooling on the rack and a delivery of turkey coming in together with green beans. Out of all the people that signed up for the event, nine (including me) cooked or prepared something and every time I mentioned green beans people cringed? No? Well, they did and then said: how about sweet potatoes. But OCS is too stubborn to have a  Thanksgiving dinner without green beans, so I ended up with baking a pie, roasting a turkey and doing what ever you are doing with a green bean casserole.  Imagine the fun I was having sitting in Operations at 2 pm, turkey in the oven and I couldn't  concentrate on pasta (we were discussing Barilla's distribution system), but instead wondered if the bird will be eatable when I get home.  So when I run home from class and opened the door to my apartment and the whole place smelled like food I was relieved.  The sprinklers weren't on... the bird hasn't burned, on the contrary it was just perfect!  (Oh yes, and OCS is in debt to Kelly, who without hesitation took me hunting for prunes late Monday night.)  Just as Nat how tender the meat was.  BTW, did I mention that I have a case due tomorrow and that I barely started on it? I just wish I was as good as marketing as I am at blogging.

So if you join a club, and decide to be an officer, like a VP of Events, or something else that sounds like lots of fun and little work, remember that there is the fine print: if the boat starts to sink you will be the one trying to keep it afloat.  But in a way I am lucky: I can swim...

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