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Each month I go to a luncheon meeting of a professional association I belong to, and it's great. Except the food, naturally. You knew I was going to complain about that, right? :) I'm sure you're familiar with the fare: a basket of bread, a tiny plate with tiny little pats of butter, a salad, a slice of cheesecake, and a dozen pieces of silverware.
Cue the chit-chat about how to remember which bread plate is yours!
I was starving, so I scarfed down that salad (no dressing thankyouverymuch) like a baseball team of teenage boys at a pizza joint. I stopped just short of licking my plate. But this is where my catered-lunch experience ceases to be like so many others were in that room (which would be boarding the afternoon-coma train with a stop at TransFatVille). Instead of eating this:
Some kind of chicken wrapped around some cheese mixture, with a side of mashed potatoes
and a lonely little tomato drenched in oil. (No one ate the tomato.)
I ate this:
That's right. TWO SALADS. Get this - it's crazy - when the waiter comes along with the Heart Attack Special, I just say, "May I please have another dinner salad?" He then looks at me with a look of confusion and asks, "you just want...another salad? Like....a salad?" Its as if everything he has ever known and believed to be true is crumbling before his eyes. And I smile and say,
"yes, that would make me the happiest person in the world."
Sometimes I bat my eyelashes if I feel it is necessary to express just how very important this request is to me.
And then, he brings me another salad. I eat it. We're done.
I attended a meeting where a catered lunch was served but I was able to avoid eating it. And then when I got back to my office, I ate my real lunch. Which was another salad, btw.
The next time you think you're stuck eating catered food, think again. You can always pack a snack to eat on the sly or just ask for more of the rabbit food. Hey, give 'em something to talk about back in the kitchen!