Potlucks. Potlucks. More potlucks.
What's in that casserole? Looks like a lot of this and that and everything else. "Dig in," they say. "Aren't you hungry?" Well, yeah, I am. But that casserole you're foisting on me gives not a clue as to what's in it. And, am I to poll all the party attendees to find out who made what, and ask for the recipe?
My solution? Avoidance. What's yours?