You are walking in the forest. You find a carrot and you are totally into carrots, so you take the time to dig it out and eat it. Next you come across an apple. Its hanging right in front of your face, but you don't like apples so you pass. Then you find yourself on a road next to a produce stand. You'd love to eat some grapes, but because you live in the forest you don't have the money to buy it. You go back to the forest, grab the apples and sell them on the road and then buy some grapes. When the night settles in, you are laying next to those carrots again, but you just want to sleep and aren't in the mood to dig out some carrots, so you grab an apple cause you're hungry.
The next day you get bored of your options so you mash the carrots, apples and grapes together and eat it. Its not that good but it's different so you feel some what satisfied. Another bored person comes along so you show them your mash and they get really excited about it, make their own and try to sell it on the road. Everyone on the road goes there to get regular fruit so no one buys the mash. A certain fella comes buy and suggests the bored guy goes down the road a ways to sell his mash because that's where all the other bored people go to get their mash. He get down the road to sell his mash, but realizes that everyone else's mash has more flavors or is wrapped up in lovely casings. So he asks a guy if he can start making his mash to sell to him at a cheaper price for the guy to wrap and sell for more. Eventually the produce stand finds out and starts making mash to ship down the street to be resold and puts the bored man out of a job.
Mean while you're in the forest planting grape seeds and steadily growing some amazing purple grapes, but buy the time you finally come out of the forest, all hell has broken loose. You notice that the grapes cart on the less desirable side of the road now. When you go to check it out, you find out they're selling for much cheaper because everyone want's the decorated mash. But this doesn't get you down because you'll just go and buy some mash to see what it's all about. Some of it's good and but even some of the one's in the pretty casings are horrible. More horrible than the apples. You hear a commotion on the next block down and take off the see what the fuss is. Apparently some one has just started making mash with foreign fruit from across the sea. You had once tried papayas before and never really like them, but this shit was different. Kind of like the first time you made mash. It was satisfying. Later that night as you're laying down for sleep, you begin to think of the apples. They're not the best, but something about them is better than the foreign mash. Maybe it's because of the nostalgia it brings to mind of that tangy flavor you had to endure when you were too lazy to dig up a carrot.
The next day you think of an awesome plan. You'll invite your friends on the road to you're forest for a potluck dinner. Everyone will bring their best mash and fruit and share it with each other. The dinner goes well, but the talk on the road from the uninvited one's is angry. Others begin to organize their own potlucks and people are generally more interested in the mash and fruit their friends are bringing than the produce for sale on the road. Some stands even go out of business because they we never invited to potlucks and didn't think to start their own.However, some stands are flourishing because they are invited to all the potlucks.
One day a man from the town three rivers away comes to buy some produce. He likes grapes and has been hoping to find them in the last two town's he has visited. He find's your stand and buy's them from you, but isn't interested in any of the mash and doesn't have clue about the phenomenal potluck's everyone has been having, so you clue him in and he joins you for your next. Another man come the next day from the town three rivers over and wants to buy some mash, but he had heard about the potluck and asks everyone about which one he should attend. Of course he gets wind of the invite only and is drawn it by his internal mystery of whether he will be accepted for the dinner. Others come out of the forest and begin giving away apples and carrots. Some even has spent years working on making their best fruits and mash to give away because of the say so spreading around. The potluckers began to feel threatened because many of their customers grew weary of the activities and high prices of maintaining a the eating habits of potluckers. So some of the most popular potluckers got together and threw one big potluck. They would only serve the mash and fruit that had proven to be the most popular at the previous potlucks. Many hungry people attended while they cashed in on their collaboration.
The word spread and from then on anyone who visited the town for the first time would attend. It became common knowledge that if you weren't involved with the selling of mash and fruit, you'd be likely to attend the potluckers potluck to eat their popular dishes. Some times you think about the how absurd it has all gotten, but you're not to bothered by it because in a few day's you'll be moving to a new forest where a friend of yours shared his bacon, tomato and lettuce sandwich with you.