When I came to Houston, I direly missed Atlanta. Not just because the ATL knows how to par-tay either. I missed the people I had in my life. I missed the weather, the hills, and the greenery. But more than anything, I missed the food. And I am not talking about the good eats you can get at the many divine restaurants. I mean the many pot lucks I had with my ATL pot luck family.
I remember coming to Houston in 2005 and trying to set up a pot luck, thinking that it would compare in some way. Imagine my sheer disappointment when I saw plain store-bought bread, HEB potato salad, and fat-free Kraft ranch dressing. I loved the friends who came because it's not like I require cooking or delectable taste buds to be friends. Honestly. I don't!!!
So, I didn't really try to re-create ATL in H-town when I moved here in 2008. The disappointment would have killed me. That's the truth--my ATL family spoiled me. Thus, imagine, if you will, my sheer happy face when I met Dan, Karen, Jatin, Pooja, and Purav (and Guiness and Kansas).