After the Turkey, Potluck and a Jam

There is Thanksgiving. You stuff yourself and then, for a moment, decide never to eat again. But just as quickly the feeling passes. You are no longer a bursting beach ball, but rather a ravenous bear, ready for more.

You creep to the fridge, under the cover of night, only to discover that Uncle Tully and Aunt Midge, who, let’s face it, really are bears, have eaten all the leftovers, right down to the moldy candied yams and Sugar Pops cereal you hid behind the spice rack.

What to do, what to do?

Have no fear, hungry one, there is hope. Nay, more than hope, there is salvation. The Chilmark Potluck Jams are back!

For those out of the loop, these events feature great food — Vineyarders frequently win the world series of potlucks — and music from every nook, cranny, cranberry bog, back porch, tree fort, you name it. The place will be crawling with instruments and those who know how to use them. Some names include Willy Mason, Greg and Mary, Marciana Jones (one of the nicest people you’ll meet, head over to Scottish Bakehouse for confirmation), Jellybone Rivers, the list goes on. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for more. Bring an appetite and an instrument. You’ll be glad you did.