Atrophied chicken or mangy pigeon, somehow the “chicken” today was very small. I had no idea that chicken comes in midget size. Have you ever wondered where the cafeteria buys the food? Maybe some kind of auction? Or maybe they have warehouses full of cafeteria stuff with funny everything, stuff that even Walmart cannot move?
Cafeteria guy was dishing out beef stew today. Considering that he probably just spent a few cents on cheap-ass ingredients it wasn’t all that bad. I wonder why they insist on calling a bunch of green lettuce a “refreshing garden salad”. Shouldn’t there be some red with the greens to qualify?
EDIT: first my phone screws up, then I delete the picture, thinking that I alredy uploaded it. No worries, it looked like the other regurgitated stuff on this site.
A weird mix of foods was on the menu today. It felt like leftover night at the shelter (not that I would know how that feels anyways). The chicken was good and the rest was edible too. Leftovers is not as bad as it sounds. The bum at the other table seemed to think so.
Apparently even my cafeteria cooks can cook up good food on occasion. The lemon caper sauce on the chicken was simply delightful. There was enough flavor in this sauce to pull me through the rest of the week.
Future food. My cafeteria has already recognized that mankind has to switch away from our addiction to meat to vegetarian food. The carbon footprints and area requirement for meat production is simply too high. I did my share today and ate a veggie plate. It’s not all bad folks. This actually tastes good and you feel great. Even better: Your farts don’t stink as much.
Recession food, or how to cut thin slices.
Selling the same food, but cutting thinner slices is a nice way to make it seem as if nothing has changed, while saving money and poioning employees slightly less. Maybe there is something positive about this recession after all, if I can stay away from the vending machines.
I tried to bite off more than I can chew. I should have left the soup in the bowl and have been content with my wrap and fruit, but I felt hungry and loaded up instead. The wrap was unexpectedly good, and after stuffing my face with as much food as I possibly could, I left a little of the wrap. Not a bad accomplishment for a skinny guy.
Fantasy is foreign to my cafeteria. What is a poor blogger supposed to write about this food besides the heartless manner it is thrown together and the average taste. Keeping the gag reflex in check with large amounts of diet coke and thoughts of escape got me through this.
In my cafeteria Au Jus means cheap a$$ watered down sauce, brown, tasteless, fancy name.
When I saw the huge roast laid out nicely, I fell for it. I ordered and watched in amazement how skillful hands carved paper-thin slices of meat from a giant loaf. I couldn’t see through, and I didn’t cut myself on the roast, but my tastebuds kept sending only faint signals to my brain which had to compensate and fill the gaps with knowledge of past meals to create a flavor.
A Ying and Yang sandwich with healthy turkey und fatty bacon and cheese. I had them replace the macaroni salad with rice.
