As menu items go, it was an unlikely pairing, created by a happy accident -- which is maybe true of all the greatest things in life.
I can say this: it was probably the best menu ever served on that table, and that is saying something. I don't typically do PotLuck and think of them as a little rude --- "hey, would you like to come to dinner? Great! Would you mind bringing it?!" --- but I realize now I've been wrong. PotLuck is all about letting go of control over the table and trusting everyone else to shine and show off: which everyone most certainly did.
The only criteria for this meal was that everyone bring a dish that conferred luck on the guests for the New Year. So we had orange-glazed pork loin; potstickers; deviled eggs; Orangina-Mimosas; and bread pudding. I made the token black-eyed peas (though I very nearly ran to DiscoKroger in the middle of the night and put together a strata based on my mother's horror that I had only prepared one dish. She honestly need not have worried.)

I'm looking out the window right now at the remnants of a Blue Moon. But I will do everything possible in 2010 to make sure that this gathering -- my beloved BFF and beloved college roommate; my gay husband and husband-in-law; my food gays; my junior gays; and my dear, dear assorted straights, old and new -- will not be a rare thing. Because I am well aware I was the luckiest person in the room.

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