<-------sashays into living room resplendant in fishnets, French Maid’s outfit and midnight blue pumps. Carrying a sterile rat sized bag and a shovel, I quickly make work of the offending animal. Cougarfang? Leave the rest outside by the potted plants, and make sure you go before you come into the house -cackle-
Hiya Kat your desserts look lovely. Let’s put them on the table in the breakfast area. It’s near the soft drinks and open to the family room where the fireplace and pool table are.
I’ll bring breads. I have some croissants made from scratch, and a big loaf of challah(four strand braid). The latter makes great toast if there is any left over.
Y’all have a choice; I can bring either [ul]
[li] 9 quarts of a kickass spaghetti sauce containing meatballs, hot & sweet italian sausage, lots of italian cheeses, and LOTS of garlic, simmered most of the day and thick enough to stand a spoon in; or[/li][li] 9 quarts of an equally kickass beef stew, containing lots of beef, potatoes, corn, green beans, peas, carrots, barley, egg noodles, and likewise simmered most of the day and thick enough to stand a spoon in; or[/li][li] 5 quarts of a damn good chicken biryani.[/li][/ul]
Can I get a vote here?
I can bring a plethora of delightful desserts to please any palate. Cookies, cakes, and candies flow from my kitchen in a non-literal sense, because if they were literally flowing it would be like that episode of Gumby where Pokey left the bread dough in the oven and it rose and rose and rose and it ate them and they got stuck in this world where people got turned into jelly rolls and…
I won’t try to compete with racinchikki on the dessert front, so how 'bout I bring a big pot of clam chowder–just need some fresh bread to go with it. Is that appropriate for a covered dish supper–I think they’re called potlucks in my neck of the woods.