What in the hell is a Fiction Fun Time Potluck, you ask?
The mixing of writerly folk at my 2nd floor, bungalow apartment on a Saturday night.
Part I: FOOD!
I made vegan sloppy joes, cornbread and cupcakes.
Full truth, I was still cooking when people were arriving round 7 p.m. I'm blaming that on getting home from work at 6. I was chopping green
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