His fingers on both hands were glistening with some unidentified slimy liquid, which I quickly realized was….his own saliva. We paid the fifty cents, and we walked over to the man handing out the cones. My husband and I took our kids to a little fall festival at a local church, and they were selling cotton candy for a quarter. I recently perused the Facebook comments on a hilarious Scary Mommy article about potlucks, and it cemented my decision to be really freaking picky about whose potluck offerings I choose to eat.Īs fate would have it, the day after I read these nightmare comments, I ended up with a gross food handling story of my own. I mean, have you seen the photo of a woman cooking while her cat sits on the counter with his tail in a pan of food? What about the one where a woman is making potato salad directly in a dirty sink instead of a bowl? I’m always wary of anything cooked by a stranger in a home I don’t know anything about. I can’t say the same for work luncheons, church potlucks, and buffets. RELATED: Food Poisoning or the Stomach Flu? How to Tell and Treat Since I can vouch for the cleanliness of everyone’s kitchen and their hand-washing practices, I always feel totally comfortable digging right in. We go all out making the most elaborate, delicious dinners. My family on both sides and my girlfriends all throw amazing potluck-style meals. Some people love ‘em, and some people love to hate ‘em.
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