food

Ok I am the first to admit I am a pig. I like my food, I always have.

I like trying different tastes and exploring different cuisines. And, since I still preserve the manners of a broke student, I can never ever pass up the site of free food.

So, Friday was a slow day. My boss didn't show up, as he often doesn't on Fridays. And he thus forgot that he and another college were meant to be going to a meeting at canary wharf with a major investment bank. So I went in his place. I wasn't really looking forward to it, it wasn't in my territory, and these presentations are normally a bit stressful, so going to one last minute on a Friday afternoon was not my idea of a good time.

So we got to canary wharf and went to the bank. We were escorted into a large conference room, at which point our jaws dropped. There was a massive and beautiful wood table, filled with a mouth watering spread of delicacies. There was a cheese platter, an enormous fruit platter of pineapple, apricot, blackberries, strawberries kiwi and blueberries. There was a silver tray of biscuits neatly arranged in a display. Then there was another platter of savoury biscuits to go with the cheese selection….

We stared in awe for a moment, then negotiated….could we get away with a bite? Was this for us? Would anyone notice if we dug in? could we get away with sticking some of the grub in my purse for later? At least some wrapped chocolates?

We couldn't resists, we munched some berries, assuming they were little enough not to be notices. Then we decided we should finish ALL the blackberries, cause it would be obvious if there was only one or two left….one thing led to another and we were discreetly wolfing down gobs of expensive food. And we got away with it. Eventually the clients showed up. They didn't give a crap about the presentation, they were bored and looking to spend their Friday as painlessly as possible. One handed me a plate and invited me to dig in, which I did, again.