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Are we the only people left in this world who knows what a potluck is anymore? Our family finds this method so much easier than one couple/household catering to the entire crowd. The past few years it's been "one hot one cold", meaning each attending couple bring just that, one hot dish and one cold dish. Amazingly we've yet to see any duplication occur at our gatherings at Easter, Thanksgiving or Christmas. Many family members now have their very own "signature dishes" that they alone make every time; a d-i-l brings her cheesy bake, a son his scalloped potatoes, a brother his BBQed salmon, a s-i-l her crunchy Asian noodle salad (every friggin time blech) etc.
Brad, we are still potluck people. Similar to what you described, at family Thanksgiving gatherings the host family cooks the turkey, a ham, and maybe a side or two, and everyone else brings a dish or prepares one on site. There is some coordination to that, and different folks have their signature dishes; seriously, do not even suggest that you will bake the rolls or make the salad this year, those are Carol’s specialties, and she will rip your eyes out.
Even feeding 30+ there are always leftovers, and pride-points earned for who clamors to take a bit of which leftovers home with them. Everyone wants some turkey, so we make a large bird and some breasts. And a ham. We freeze some ham and still eat ham sandwiches for a week, I’m lucky if I get a turkey sandwich from what we have left.
Even cook out parties at friend’s homes, everyone brings something to contribute, and everyone takes at least a bit of their favorite leftovers home.
Long story short, I can't see why a group trip potluck couldn't work with each participant responsible for their "signature dishes" from start to finish, including any leftovers (storing them to take home). Can't you imagine it? Sitting around the campfire with all the camp kitchen duties having been divided and conquered, passing round the coffee pot (tipping the leftover crunchy Asian noodle salad into the fire). Any cheesy bake left?
That is a routine as well, although most often on group car camping trips, where storing excess leftovers is less of an issue, with ample cooler space and daily “Who needs ice?” runs. There is inevitably wayyyyyy too much food, and the potluck night is scheduled early in the trip, so we all have a day or two to eat our way through the well refrigerated leftovers.
Neighboring campers are pre-invited to come join us. Maybe not just invited, “entreated” to stop by for dinner, “We are having a potluck tonight on site #23, please come eat with us, we always have wayyyy too much food”.
Best of those group feeds were huge group car campers on Maryland’s Eastern shore. One friend was a crustacean cooker par excellence; he brought multiple stoves and steamers and fryers, literally filled an 8 foot truck bed with cookery implements, and knew a local waterman to buy hard crabs straight off the boat, and cleaned ready-to-fry soft shells from his freeze. Other folks had connections for fresh clams and oysters.
Sit down next to someone you don’t recognize at a three picnic table expanse and discover that they were RV’ers from 4 sites over. At least on one occasion they admitted that they hadn’t actually been invited, but just came by and took a seat when they saw everyone else in the Park wandering down to the crab site. Met some really fun folks that way.
Side note 1: The buffet table is typically a thing of specialty, nationality or regional wonder, and I know whose stuff I really like, and rarely get to taste otherwise. Oh baby, aged-hung venison tenderloin, family recipe sausage, local area specialties with un-pronounceable Polish names. Save room, there will be pies (plural) to kill for.
Side note 2: When everyone is comatose stuffed, listless (if awake) in their chair, can’t eat another bite, the buffet table is still heavily laden and needs considerable clean up. Don’t wander off to bed early and leave your stuff behind. At least don’t come back in the morning and ask if anyone has seen your spatula.
Side note 3: There is always someone who got a late start, and underestimated the cook time needed for their yikes-still-frozen pork loin or brisket, which is finally ready near midnight. Work for me, meat snacks in the wee hours.
Side note 4: Please God, never let my site, table and trash bags be buffet central.
Side note 5: There is nothing as stinky worse than crab waste and gut-slimed newspaper “tablecloth”, oyster and clam shells. I don’t pick hard crabs, and always made sure I was camped at least several sites away from the mess and stank.
I wouldn’t turn up my nose at a paddle-in potluck, but my contribution will continue to be a bottle of after dinner bourbon, and a box of Berger cookies. The bourbon is always gone by the end of the night, but I will usually have a couple easy to store death-by-fudge cookies left for myself.
https://www.bergercookies.com/history/
I have had a request to bring the regional breakfast favorite Scrapple on an upcoming trip. As long as someone else wants to bring the stove and griddle to cook it, I’ll bring it, and even slice it to appropriate slabs of thickness.
https://www.tastecooking.com/brief-history-pennsylvania-scrapple/
Hey Mem, if you liked canned Spam you would geek over fresh Pennsylvania scrapple.