It’s here again, the Thanksgiving spread at the office. Strangely no one really wants to sign the little posted sheets stating what they will bring this year. It’s a secret, they say. I have a suspicion they are all in the “I don’t wanna cook, I have to do that next week,” state of mind. Yeah, me too.
Still I signed up. I signed the sheet under desserts and am now sitting and wondering what delicious concoction to cook up. I was talking to some other ladies at the office about Dirt (the jello/cool whip/oreo cookie miracle).
“That’s something you do at Halloween for the kids,” said one lady.
“Don’t forget to add the gummy worms,” laughed another, “you gotta have the gummy worms!”
Meanwhile, the recesses of my imagination I sit and toy with the idea of creating “Dirt” for Christmas instead. Wandering around in my head are visions of “Dirt” in a pan with tiny pine tree’s for decorations, and a light dusting of powdered sugar for snow, maybe a tiny sleigh, or perhaps a road lined in candy canes? Hmm, this bears more thought. I definitely see a creative dessert in the near future.
Now, about that potluck…..looks like maybe a pumpkin pie and fruit salad kind of thing to me.
Cherry Coley (c)