I have heard tales that would make you hurl. Let's just say we all keep close tabs on who brings what to the "potluck" lunches.
~guffaw!~ I failed to mention that before this woman retired, when we had potlucks nobody would ever eat what she brought.
Buddy of mine told me she was afraid it was made from "scratch" - and she scratched under the arm when she said it.
Stuff on the floor??? That's just blecht!
By all means, don;t hold back. This is turning out to be a fairly entertaining thread!