I live in Atlanta.
I work in an office full of women.
I live in Atlanta and work in an office full of women who like to cook.
(And so do I)
Over the past few months, we have had a few cakes for celebrating birthdays, etc. and four departmental luncheons. Luncheons, mind you, where everyone is asked to make something at home and bring it to work to eat. In the past few weeks, I’ve made carrot salad, a roast beef, potato salad and pumpkin cupcakes!
All this on top of the fact that someone is ALWAYS bringing in some homemade concoction every other day to share with everyone else (I’m guilty, too).
Today, we are having yet another luncheon – a hot dog luncheon, complete with all the fixin’s: baked beans, coleslaw, potato salad (I made that, of course) and everything else. Just last night, when I got home from work and started rummaging through the pantry for ingredients to make my potato salad, hubby said, “Is that all you people do at the office is eat?” He had a point.
It’s now 9:30 in the morning and the smell of hot dogs cooking in the crock-pot that someone dragged to work is making me nauseous.
This whole thing is getting kind of out of hand. We eat to celebrate birthdays, we eat to celebrate a holiday, we eat to celebrate when someone leaves the company. This week alone, we had a retirement party, and today we’re having a going-away party. (Trust me, if you knew who is going away, you’d celebrate too!)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shove a bowl of potato salad somewhere into an already over-loaded refrigerator.
I live in Atlanta and work in an office full of women who like to cook.
(And so do I)
Over the past few months, we have had a few cakes for celebrating birthdays, etc. and four departmental luncheons. Luncheons, mind you, where everyone is asked to make something at home and bring it to work to eat. In the past few weeks, I’ve made carrot salad, a roast beef, potato salad and pumpkin cupcakes!
All this on top of the fact that someone is ALWAYS bringing in some homemade concoction every other day to share with everyone else (I’m guilty, too).
Today, we are having yet another luncheon – a hot dog luncheon, complete with all the fixin’s: baked beans, coleslaw, potato salad (I made that, of course) and everything else. Just last night, when I got home from work and started rummaging through the pantry for ingredients to make my potato salad, hubby said, “Is that all you people do at the office is eat?” He had a point.
It’s now 9:30 in the morning and the smell of hot dogs cooking in the crock-pot that someone dragged to work is making me nauseous.
This whole thing is getting kind of out of hand. We eat to celebrate birthdays, we eat to celebrate a holiday, we eat to celebrate when someone leaves the company. This week alone, we had a retirement party, and today we’re having a going-away party. (Trust me, if you knew who is going away, you’d celebrate too!)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shove a bowl of potato salad somewhere into an already over-loaded refrigerator.
