My tennis team, which calls itself The Pinks, is having a party next week, to which you are not invited. Everyone has to offer to bring something, or their contribution will be assigned to them. So far people have offered to bring:

Fruit Salad
Roasted Corn Soufflé
Spinach, Pistachio and Strawberry Salad
Salade Niçoise
Sangria

I am the salade Niçoise. I will let you know as more dishes are added. I think the series of events that made up the season, beginning with try-outs, including matches and emails, and concluding with us assembling this food, bringing it to our captain's house, eating it, and taking the leftovers home, is a work of art of some sort. I am not making little of this or joking about this. And I am not this kind of an artist.