The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

What’s your dish?


Yeah, so, I bought a gun.

Well, a frosting gun.

Not a real gun. I mean, have we met? That’s ridiculous.  However, my frosting gun is just as deadly as a real gun. It could definitely kill someone … slowly … by giving them Type 2 Diabetes, which can lend to serious, life-threatening illness. Take that, NRA!

So anyway, I bought a frosting gun, because we’re going to my sister and brother-in-law’s Halloween party on Saturday, and I’m making cupcakes: pumpkin cupcakes with pumpkin cream cheese frosting. I’ve decided that I maybe — just maybe — I can be the person who makes really good cupcakes.

Homer likes my cupcakes.

Homer likes my cupcakes.

My mom makes the most amazing potato salad. It’s her thing. Every time she’s invited to a party, the host asks, “Will you make your potato salad?” Seriously, if you had some of my mom’s potato salad, you would invite her to every party just to get more of it.

I want a dish like that. I need to find my dish.

I make pretty good deviled eggs. I thought that would be my dish. People don’t ask me to bring deviled eggs for parties, though. I tried making quiches for a while, but then I basically poisoned the Spawn and became less interested in that. For previous Halloween parties, I’ve made mini-pumpkin pies. I put them all on a plate next to a whipped cream container and tell people to go nuts. People seem to like those, and I probably could have made them again this year for the Halloween party, but I wanted to try something different.

I have no idea if cupcakes will be my dish. But I will keep trying different dishes until one of them sticks. What about you, dear readers? What’s your dish?


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

6 thoughts on “What’s your dish?

  1. I have nothing of value to lend to this piece except: “STAAAAAINS!”

  2. I’m a pretty good cook but my dish that people ask me to bring is wine. When you do find your signature dish, remember to use the Scalloped Potato Method ( when people ask you for the recipe.

  3. I make wicked deviled eggs too. But they sure are hard to transfer with you to a party, aren’t they? Plus my deviled eggs aren’t visually attractive. The last party I brought them too, the hostess said, “Lets just add some garnish” and started putting paprika and some green stuff on my eggs! I think cupcakes are a great dish though. EVERYONE loves cupcakes!

  4. No one asks me to bring this, but it’s the first to go at picnics: pigs in blankets! Buy two big cans of crescent dough, two packages of hot dogs, wrap each hot dog in a triangle of dough (leaving the ends of the hot dogs sticking out), bake till nice and brown – don’t undercook or they’re gooey – and you’re set! Some cooks add cheese between the hot dogs and crescents, but I don’t bother since people take two at a time off the platter and next thing you know…poof. I smile to myself when I hear folks say “Oh, I love these things! I never think to make them!”

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