I guess you had to be there.
This is one of those puff pieces that I so enjoy. And this one's for all of you bloggers that seem to be marginally obsessed with food. (And I don't mean that in a derogatory way - I do all the cooking in these here parts...) Truth is, I've truly invented a new dish!
Once in a long while something happens at work that just makes me grin out loud. I work right next to a pig-headed Mexican by the name of "C" who is really a smart guy when he wants to be. We sort of share the space. No Dilbert cubicles - just a couple of desks. (Looking to get my world out there on 5/12. Currently running this by our SSO I don't wanna look like a spy - really- and I've blogged on this subject previously) Just a couple of old working sots; neither of us ever at loss for a story or good joke. At lunch "C" and I are typically joined by another smart guy "A". who is an Oracle consultant. He comes down and we party over lunch. Talk story. Make each other laugh. Enjoy each other's company. Do the newspaper's crossword. Read the comics. Snigger over "whitehouse.org".
"A" is a dedicated vegan for five work days in the week. Massive Thunderhoof steak from Outback on Saturday presumably. I don't have anything against vegans. I don't overly respect them. I don't overly disrespect them. I just don't often find their lunches all that palatably appealing. And such was the case today when "A" brought in a particularly disgusting looking "soy" burger for lunch. A huge heaping patty of what could only be described as dog food.
I have half of a desk drawer full of those little condiment packets from the American Eatery upstairs. (Fox news 24/7) and I offered "A" some mustard and ketchup for his purina burger. He looked at his burger, once, twice, then said, "Yeah give me some sauce."
I gave him a little yellow packet and two red ones which he carelessly applied to the aforementioned whatever burger
"That ought to spruce that dog burger up", I said.
Minutes later came coughing, spitting and sputtering from "A".
"I told you that burger was lousy" I said.
The "ketchup" I had given him was actually strawberry Jam.
And there you have it. Voila - Strawberry Vegan Burger. I think I could make millions!
"A" assures me not.
Of the technical. As many of you know, I live in Hawaii. Of everything that happens in the world, it happens here last. So when I finally post (and no, I don't write very well at 4 am), most of you are already in bed and my post gets taken down at midnight - some three or four hours later. Hey! Not fair! So I've started (today) to repost when I rise and shine (04:00 local - late in your day already). Please pardon the sometimes seemingly phantom posts.
5:39:45 PM 
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