Are You A G.W.P. Too?

I don’t know what I am.

Though this sounds like some sort of existentialist dilemma, it’s really a more concrete issue than it sounds.  My tallest daughter was invited to a potluck.  On the surface that sounds like a pretty innocuous event; you show up, you eat, and you have a good time.  But here’s the rub: It’s a multicultural potluck.

You’re supposed to bring a dish that represents your family’s cultural heritage.  That would be cool, except for the fact that we don’t really identify as a particular cultural background.  We’re a little German, a little Irish, and little Swedish, and little Russian, you name it, we’re a little bit of it.

We are G.W.P. --  generic white people.

I don’t know what you bring to a potluck when you are a generic white person.  I suggested Kraft cheese slices on Wonder Bread, but my wife overruled me.

What is the appropriate dish to bring to a multicultural potluck when you are a G.W.P.?  Let me know in the comments section below!