28 Feb 2010

R: Rosama made a big pot of chili to feed an army on Friday, and we've enjoyed it every day this weekend (thought not every meal). I was surprised to find that I very nearly wanted the chili for both lunch and dinner all three days, considering I usually don't have the appetite for my own leftovers after one day. Perhaps I should learn to cook better...

Tonight the chili made it's way into an omelette and the omelette made it's way on to the dinner table.

C: On Friday, one of the Admin Assistants received a package in her name. There was no return address, no number; the delivery guy seemed clueless. Out of curiosity, the box was opened, to reveal three levels of three rows each of Belgian chocolate decorations, the kind typically seen at fine bakeries topping fancy cakes.

Despite having attended Wellesley for four years - where students gorged on the unlimited meal plan and cried when the new Wang center initially limited food budgets, it never ceases to amaze me how quickly food is devoured at our office once made available at the front desk, or more frequently, back table. Without questions about its origin, the unexpected box was opened and displayed for free consumption. Within minutes, the first row quietly disappeared into the stomaches of passersby. I grabbed a Styrofoam cup and packed it with several of the fan-shaped chocolates, planning a cake on which to place them later.

I believe that it was within the same hour that the box was received, that a woman called our front desk assistant, frantically searching for her chocolates. Our assistant relayed the conversation after she got off of the phone. It went something like this:

ChocoLady: You have my chocolates?! I need those today - thank God!

Asst: Umm, yeah...

ChocoLady: You haven't eaten them already, have you?! Those are really expensive chocolates!

Asst: Well, yeah...it's a box of chocolates. We put them out for everyone.

ChocoLady: !@#$%

I'm really guessing her reaction at that point. Sad, but true, we laughed when our assistant plainly responded that we had, in fact, already eaten the poor woman's chocolate.

I got around to using some of the pieces on this lovely dark chocolate mousse that I made today. Thanks for screwing up, delivery people! I hope she had insurance...and a back-up plan.