Friday, November 20, 2009

Waffle Me This

First, a big thank you to Miranda for yesterday's guest post. I hope you all enjoyed it.

This post originally was going to be about how different musical genres work with different writing genres, but now I'm thinking it should be about food.

That I'm thinking food isn't surprise. At times, it runs my life. This week is a prime example as it seemed I announced to Hubby every time I saw him "Am hungry. Want food." This is bad because 1) I don't need to eat that much and 2) Hubby and I work together. (Note: when you work in the same office as your husband always request to sit far away from him. I did.)

Also, the office has an affinity with food. I found blueberry pie in the kitchen earlier this week and we had waffles this morning. Waffles. And not those frozen out of the yellow Eggo box kind, but the kind you need a waffle iron for. When this happens and the entire space smells like a good and proper pancake house, it's hard to resist. And with the spread we had, it's hard to have just one. (This is similar to the evil known as Gingerbread Construction Company muffins.)


My trip into the waffle-y inferno started the instant I got in. The kitchen even showed me it's nefarious plan, but I didn't care. There was fruit, whipped cream, cream cheese, yogurt, more fruit, 5 types of peanut butter, Nutella, and jelly. Still, I could have fruit only.

I could stay strong.

That lasted until the second waffle iron came on the scene. My mouth watered. Then the batter was dropped into the irons and the aroma began to waft down the open space towards my workspace (dubbed as the smart cube by me and my cubby-mates). I could sample one. The general manager did go through all the trouble of making them after all.


That is not one, but two. Two, Belgian waffles. And three kinds of fruit. (Disclaimer: fruit negates all the negative calories of free waffles.) The top waffle is with real maple syrup and the bottom one with dark chocolate peanut butter, a la The Peanut Butter Company.

See the little tear in the top corner? That was because the intern told me that I had "try it with cream cheese." I thought he was crazy; that it must be some West Coast thing (he assured me it wasn't). Much to my surprise and fatteningly delight, it. was. good.

Good thing I had limited myself to the two Belgians and TONS of berries.


Until the receptionist got in.

She lasted maybe five minutes in malted waffledom before she wanted to be another taste tester. She also wanted someone to go into the kitchen with her and try the waffles. I couldn't say no. And just like in middle school when your best friend begs you to call up so-and-so to see if he likes her (but he can't find out she's really the one asking), you do it.

Besides, they were heart-shaped. That means love, and love isn't bad or caloric. And just look at all that fruit! (See previous disclaimer.)

Nothing beats office Fridays with free breakfast, especially if it's the fancy kind, but I'm more than a little concerned about my waistline and my ongoing hunger. Does anyone else have this office problem? If yes, please, please, please comment with suggestions to combat this.

Have a great weekend everyone!

5 comments:

  1. I think I just drooled all over this post. And the pictures alone made me gain 5 pounds.

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  2. Today we had a cookie and cider spread (although every time I write that word, it seems dirty).

    I love it when we get food it work, it makes me feel like a human being.

    Yeah, it wasn't nearly as nice as what you had.

    Sometimes it's a tub of cookies from Costco, but still, a human's got to eat.

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  3. I work at Starbucks.... I'll leave it at that.

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  4. Where do you work? I must work there. We do not have this waffle "problem" you speak of, and I think we should. Sorry, no advice on how to combat it.

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  5. Sadly Jilly, no one has been able to suggest combative ways. I doubt boss would like 'I can't come lest I succumb to waffles.'

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