I still can't do potlucks because my parents forced me to eat all sorts of random bullshit at the church potluck, because they felt like being seen eating someone's dish conferred some weird church status.

"Go over and tell Miss Borley how much you liked her chicken liver and salmon casserole."

On the other hand, this also contributed to my powerful disdain for church, so I guess that's something. The only way out is through... a senile lady's disgusting casserole, or something.