Hearts of Palm wrapped in Chicken Breast
In honor of current political affairs my cafeteria is using big words to describe hot air.
What hearts of palm? The unidentifyable vegetable stuffed in my chicken that tasted like celery?
As with politians, you are left wondering what all the fuzz is about.
At least my food shows it’s true nature in 2 days. Politics need 2 terms.
Beef Burgundy with rice and salad
Yesterday’s lunch was so unremarkable, that I forgot to write about it. What can a poor blogger say ablout this? Maybe that I wouldn’t give this to my children? Or that I wish I had a steak? Or that I am glad I still have food in this recession everyone is so tired of?
As always the cafeteria operator proofed to be excellent at inventing fancy names for cheap sh%^t.









