It is graduation weekend here in rural southwest Minnesota, and with commencement comes the dutiful, marathonesque cavalcade of receptions.
My question: Most of you hail from larger towns and cities, as well as from areas outside the upper midwest. Are graduation receptions a big deal where you live?
Around here, it is considered a fairly significant affront if you don't stop by the receptions of even casual acquaintances.
The protocol for Expectation-of-Attendance at these functions seems to involve any of the following: You've said "Hi" to them in the grocery store more than once; you do the lift-two-fingers-up-from-the-steering-wheel-wave when your cars pass on the street; you've attended a service in their church, especially if it was a funeral.
It is not uncommon to attend 20+ receptions over graduation weekend.
The menu: Cake is de rigueur, followed by potato and/or pasta salads, sandwiches---shaved ham and turkey still top the list, although serving hot pulled pork/beef sandwiches garner the host extra points for effort---and, finally, but probably most important of all, as it carries the weight of first impression, the punch.
Again, good manners dictate you lavish compliments on any punch which eschews the no-effort-required Kool-Aid + pineapple juice+ ginger ale variety.
Yesterday, for instance, I had a really wonderful rhubarb slush punch, and considering the work involved---and that gallons of the stuff had been made---it took the checkered flag.
Changes in tradition: When I graduated from high school in 1977, my Italian mother dictated the menu. I was certainly not consulted. Today's graduate seems to have more say in the matter. This is the only possible explanation for such eccentricities as walking tacos, s'mores, and root beer float stations (complete with rented soft-serve ice cream machines and a kegs of root beer).
I can state with some certainty that Norwegian/Lutheran mothers were not the point of origin of these rather incongruent inclusions.
Anyway, I'm off to another eight receptions, today. It's a perfect day for them; warm and sunny.
If I do not reappear by tonight, you may assume I succumbed to diabetic shock, LOL.
My question: Most of you hail from larger towns and cities, as well as from areas outside the upper midwest. Are graduation receptions a big deal where you live?
Around here, it is considered a fairly significant affront if you don't stop by the receptions of even casual acquaintances.
The protocol for Expectation-of-Attendance at these functions seems to involve any of the following: You've said "Hi" to them in the grocery store more than once; you do the lift-two-fingers-up-from-the-steering-wheel-wave when your cars pass on the street; you've attended a service in their church, especially if it was a funeral.
It is not uncommon to attend 20+ receptions over graduation weekend.
The menu: Cake is de rigueur, followed by potato and/or pasta salads, sandwiches---shaved ham and turkey still top the list, although serving hot pulled pork/beef sandwiches garner the host extra points for effort---and, finally, but probably most important of all, as it carries the weight of first impression, the punch.
Again, good manners dictate you lavish compliments on any punch which eschews the no-effort-required Kool-Aid + pineapple juice+ ginger ale variety.
Yesterday, for instance, I had a really wonderful rhubarb slush punch, and considering the work involved---and that gallons of the stuff had been made---it took the checkered flag.
Changes in tradition: When I graduated from high school in 1977, my Italian mother dictated the menu. I was certainly not consulted. Today's graduate seems to have more say in the matter. This is the only possible explanation for such eccentricities as walking tacos, s'mores, and root beer float stations (complete with rented soft-serve ice cream machines and a kegs of root beer).
I can state with some certainty that Norwegian/Lutheran mothers were not the point of origin of these rather incongruent inclusions.
Anyway, I'm off to another eight receptions, today. It's a perfect day for them; warm and sunny.
If I do not reappear by tonight, you may assume I succumbed to diabetic shock, LOL.