Last night I accompanied my oldest son to his high school lacrosse team's end of season banquet. This was the third banquet I've attended this year. The first, for cross country, was an amazing feat of organization and mobilization. There were about 190 boys on the team, and I've never seen such a gigantic potluck, it was overwhelming. I helped work one of the tables of salads, and was amazed by the variety and sheer volume of food. Cross country runners eat very healthy, there were a lot of pasta and salads dishes and very little meat. Many of the items were made by people rather than store-bought, and the food was plentiful.
The next banquet, a much smaller affair, was just for the freshman soccer team. Also a potluck (all sports banquets, that I am aware of, are potlucks at this school), it was much different just because there were so few families. Still, there was plenty of variety and food. Some food was home-made, some store bought.
This last banquet, the call went out for entrees of chicken or lasagna, and bring enough to serve 25 boys. Wow, that is a lot of food! Having been to two different banquets, I thought this one should fall somewhere in the middle of those extremes. I didn't want to attempt to make lasagna for 25, and I didn't have time to pull that off anyway, so I decided on chicken. I cooked ten pounds of drumsticks after dinner the night before, seasoning them and basting them until my entire house smelled like a BBQ restaurant. I stacked them on a platter and tucked them into the refrigerator, knowing I could run home and grab them before the banquet. I was pretty happy with how delicious they were, easy to serve and eat, and was already planning on making this same thing for the next banquet, whatever that might be.
It honestly did not, for one second, occur to me to purchase prepared food to bring to this event. I don't know why, even though I had a busy day, ran a big meeting, had a work project and other kids to drive around.
I carried my rather heavy platter into the banquet, and was completely dismayed to see buckets of KFC and big trays of store-bought, room temperature lasagna. I set my platter down with some hesitation. Um, did I miss something? What kind of banquet was this?
At the end, the KFC was gone, and I had a lot of leftover chicken. Well, I learned a lesson. For the next chicken/lasagna banquet, I will do the buy out option and eat before I go. I would never buy that kind of food to take to a potluck. For goodness sakes I would never feed my family or friends that stuff, what makes it acceptable to serve it to high school athletes during a celebration gathering? I'd say it was clearly a fowl.