I came back from lunch with a colleague today and walked through our conference/eating area to the bathroom.
My staff eats. A lot. Badly. Do(gh)nuts. Cake. Cheetos. Almost everyday someone brings something in, always high in fat and calories. It drives me wild. I’m not the most food resistant person in the world. I try to resist. Sometimes it works. Other times, less so.
So, today I was walking by and there were two things sitting on the table with those “it’s for everyone” markers recognized the world over. Both items had small plates next to them and food serving devices nearby.
I stopped. I gaped. I may have gasped. I certainly sighed.
On the table was: a VERY gristly steak and next to it (on a seperate plate–a small mercy) there was a chunk of flan swimming in sauce.
Steak and flan. Both room temperature.
Here’s the good news: I had no trouble resisting. For your evening update, I should note that the flan was consumed and the steak is still sitting there. Anyone want some?
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