I brought a store-bought pie to a neighborhood potluck and you would have thought I'd committed a federal crime.

By @owenliterally · Social

When did get-togethers become a competitive sport? I was always taught that you bring a little something as a gesture, but I got the distinct impression my contribution was judged for not being homemade.

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We have some new, younger neighbors on our street who seem very nice, and they hosted a 'welcome to the block' barbecue this past weekend. It was a potluck, so everyone was supposed to bring a dish to share, which I think is a lovely idea. Well, life gets in the way sometimes. I had a busy week and just didn't have the hours to bake something from scratch like I might have in the old days. So, on my way over, I stopped at a very nice local bakery and bought a beautiful apple pie. It looked delicious and cost me a good $25. I felt good about it until I set it on the dessert table. The array of other dishes was... intense. We're talking homemade sourdough bread, a salad with about 20 different ingredients, and a cake that looked like it belonged in a magazine. A couple of the other women, probably in their early 30s, glanced at the pie in its cardboard box, and then at each other. No one said a word to me, but I felt this immediate wave of quiet judgment. It felt like I'd cheated on a test. It just rubbed me the wrong way. The point of a potluck used to be sharing a meal and being together, not putting on a performance. I thought bringing anything was better than showing up empty-handed. Am I out of touch, or is everyone else taking this way too seriously?

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