I am fortunate to work on a team of ten great people. We realized a while back that out of ten of us, only three of us were born and raised right here in East Tennessee. The rest of us come from three other countries, and other parts of the United States. We have teammates born and raised in Mexico, India, Russia, California, New Jersey, Memphis, and good ole' South Carolina. I don't remember whose idea it actually was, but one day we had this brilliant idea to have an International Potluck Day, where everyone would bring in food that reminded them of their home. Everyone participated, and everyone was really into it. It was cool to try new foods (many of which I had never had) and to listen to the stories of how people grew up and what kinds of food they ate.
And so I share with you my photos of the First Annual QA International Potluck Day. It rocked.
This is the team. After me on the far left, we have Jacob, Nirav, Chip, Randy, Tony (aka Coach T), Scott and Marina, and Eloisa and Bertha in front:
Eloisa brought tamales and rice. I didn't get a picture of the rice, but I got two pics of the tamales, one in the husk and one out. I got a pork tamale and it was AWESOME. And it was SPICY.
Nirav brought Samosas. He described them as Indian hot pockets. They had potatoes, peas, and corn on the inside.
We ate the Samosas with this green chutney. It was made with lots of cilantro, and some other spices which lit me up. It was good though.
Nirav also brought an Indian dessert called Ceero. The texture reminded me of cream of wheat, but it was almond-flavored and sweet. I ate about ten of these. They rocked.

Jacob brought strawberry cobbler. We said it was because he's from California and they grow lots of strawberries in California, but actually it was because it was one of the few things he knows how to make. But it was still good. We ate it with Chip's homemade ice cream, which I failed to get a picture of. Chip originally wanted to bring potted meat, as a culinary representation of his childhood, but we all balked. He finally landed on some memory of making ice cream as a kid, and we encouraged him to make some for us. I even brought in the ice cream maker. It worked out so well, we may just institute Ice Cream Friday in the lab. At any rate, this is the cobbler, sans ice cream:

Tony brought in fried catfish. I ate it with my cocktail sauce, which we'll get to shortly, and it rocked. (Tony also wore his Memphis Grizzlies jersey, just to get more into the hometown zone.)

Bertha brought fried chicken and potato salad. She said that's what everyone brought to church potlucks when she was a kid. It was nice to have some milder flavors to fall back to after the tamales and the chutney.

Jacob brought strawberry cobbler. We said it was because he's from California and they grow lots of strawberries in California, but actually it was because it was one of the few things he knows how to make. But it was still good. We ate it with Chip's homemade ice cream, which I failed to get a picture of. Chip originally wanted to bring potted meat, as a culinary representation of his childhood, but we all balked. He finally landed on some memory of making ice cream as a kid, and we encouraged him to make some for us. I even brought in the ice cream maker. It worked out so well, we may just institute Ice Cream Friday in the lab. At any rate, this is the cobbler, sans ice cream:
Tony brought in fried catfish. I ate it with my cocktail sauce, which we'll get to shortly, and it rocked. (Tony also wore his Memphis Grizzlies jersey, just to get more into the hometown zone.)
Bertha brought fried chicken and potato salad. She said that's what everyone brought to church potlucks when she was a kid. It was nice to have some milder flavors to fall back to after the tamales and the chutney.
I brought a roasted shrimp cocktail. I was trying to find something that represented southern/coastal fare, and this was easy to transport and I didn't have to keep it hot. I served it with homemade cocktail sauce, not pictured.

Marina brought Pirozhki, which she described as Russian hot pockets. (Apparently, hot pockets are sweeping the globe.) It's made by wrapping dough around a potato/onion mixture. It was very hearty and very good. Marina's husband helped her make it, and he said the recipe was in Russian, so she had to translate, and then they had to do something like three math equivalents to get the measurements right. Obviously, I took the picture after most of the Pirozhki were gone.
But I got a picture of the inside of one:

Scott showed us what to do with day-old doughnuts. Re-fry them in butter! They were pretty tasty, I have to say.
Marina brought Pirozhki, which she described as Russian hot pockets. (Apparently, hot pockets are sweeping the globe.) It's made by wrapping dough around a potato/onion mixture. It was very hearty and very good. Marina's husband helped her make it, and he said the recipe was in Russian, so she had to translate, and then they had to do something like three math equivalents to get the measurements right. Obviously, I took the picture after most of the Pirozhki were gone.
Scott showed us what to do with day-old doughnuts. Re-fry them in butter! They were pretty tasty, I have to say.





