I was debating between guacamole, salsa, sour cream, and cheese dip, and a chocolate pizza. Both are excellent. I decided to go for the kill with a chocolate pizza. There is just nothing that tastes so delicious. I waited all night last night for Jeff to get home and help me make the chocolate pizza. I could have made it myself, but history proves things are much better when Jeff's magical chefness involved. So, late last night he helped me concoct a knockout chocolate pizza.
Once the potluck began, I couldn't keep my eyes off the pizza. I wanted to see how fast it was eaten up. I was almost hoping a fight would break out over the last few pieces. However, things started off very slowly my chocolate pizza friend. Everyone bypassed it for the beer soaked beef, the buffalo chicken dip, and the sausage bread. A bunch of meat eaters I guess. The more time passed, the more uncomfortable I got in my skin. I bet people were secretly mocking me because nobody was eating my dish. I checked and every other dish had been at least tried. Devastated doesn't begin to describe how I was feeling.
After I went disappointedly back to work, my boss, who I had expressed my excitement over the pizza too, tried a piece. She sought me out to compliment me on how good it was. I immediately went to see just how many pieces had been eaten, now that she had gotten the ball rolling. Yea, one piece. The piece she had eaten. Awards were given, and needless to say, I did not win a thing!
Before I left the office I had to walk by the dreaded potluck serving area. Throwing a few pieces out crossed my mind to at least make it look like people had eaten it. Right when I convinced myself not to act on my pathetic plan, I noticed that over half the pizza was eaten. Turns out people ate the lunchy stuff first and then came back for the dessert-type dishes.
This made me feel a little better. I guess an empty pizza plate would have made me feel a lot better. I guess I should have gone with the guacamole dip!
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