I have a coworker that I am friends with and we talk about all sorts of things, but it usually centers on food. He likes to garden and cook and I just like to cook. We have this long standing agreement that we bring each other food when we make something good. I bring him a dozen meatballs whenever I make a batch. I bring him dumplings when I come back from PA. Stuff like that. He'll bring me in soups whenever he makes them.
Since spring is upon us, he's made me three salads so far from his garden. Man, they are good! Anyway, today I brought in a some Progresso soup for lunch and when I went into the break room, I realized that my bowl had a huge crack down the side. The paper bowls provided by the company are not big enough for a can. So I exclaimed that I couldn't eat my soup. He was already in the break room making my salad and he commented that he had chili he brought in for me to eat yesterday. I was like yes, I'll eat that since it's a small mason jar.
He warns me though if I don't finish it, not to through it away. It's spicy and I am not that spicy food tolerant though I am getting better. Lunch was delicious and I didn't make any of it. The salad was superb with garlic vinaigrette feta cheese, red onion, and olives. The chili was super spicy, but I liked it.
I'm full and satisfied! Yay for David!
I am sad about the bowl though. It was one of the hubster's cereal bowls that he loves because they are the perfect size for him. I don't know how I cracked it, but now we only have 3 and that's just such an odd number (literally) of bowls to have.
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