A friend's birthday is coming up, and because of physical limitations (can't do stairs, can't walk any significant distance, can't stand very long) I volunteered my house for the party, so she could park by the back door, and only have two steps to manage.
I suggested a potluck, with me providing the space, the linens and plates and flatware, and a big pan of roasted chicken, as an entree. I'll pick up a cake from the local bakery. Her husband sent out an invitation asking for sides and salads and wine and soda, and specifically said entree only if you don't like chicken.
So I just got an email from one of the guests announcing he'll be bringing "a freshly roasted 12 pound turkey with potatoes."
I don't know whether it was the "freshly roasted" or the "turkey" that cheesed me off more, but all I can think is that's gonna be a hell of a lot of poultry.
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