Polish Potluck 3: The Relapse

Friends, it is time to admit what has become painfully obvious: we have a deeply disturbing obsession with Polish food.

Two Polish potlucks in one month should have satisfied any reasonable person. Instead, here we are planning a THIRD.

This is an intervention. But sadly, we are far beyond help. Recovery is no longer a realistic goal. At this point, the only sensible response is to lean in, pass the kielbasa, and continue our downward spiral with dignity.

The Intervention Rules (For the Hopelessly Devoted):

✅ RSVP & Commit
If your answer is "probably," treat it as a "not this time." This table is reserved for the enthusiastically certain, people who are already mentally in the kitchen and frankly too far gone to turn back.

🍳 Bring a Handmade Dish
Store-bought need not apply. True addicts cook from scratch, surviving a moment of crisis, an emergency spice substitution, and at least one dramatic stare-down with the oven.

🥄 Bring Your Own Beverage & Serving Utensils
Without them, your magnificent creation risks being served with a rogue teaspoon and someone's optimism. Arrive fully equipped so your dish gets the grand entrance it deserves.

💬 Post Your Dish in the Comments Section
One kielbasa platter is a triumph. Fourteen in a row is a relapse pattern we'd like to avoid.

🗓️ Need to cancel? Tell us three days ahead of time
Vanishing without notice forces us into emergency pierogi-per-person recalculations nobody signed up for. Cancel early, seek help, and let your empty chair find a worthy new occupant.

They say rock bottom is the first step toward recovery. We looked at rock bottom, seasoned it with paprika, wrapped it in cabbage, and called it dinner. We regret nothing. See you March 29.