TINSTAAFL

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One advantage of being in a building that was designed to hold conferences is the blow these conferences give to the TINSTAAFL (There Is No Such Thing As A Free Lunch) theorem.

All of our meeting rooms at work have huge panes of glass rather than walls. Not only does this allow us to anticipate leftovers from a business lunch meeting, but it allows us to guess how many leftovers there might be... You know, estimate the ratio of big eaters to little eaters, guessing at how many are on Weight Watchers, South Beach, Atkins, NutriSystem, and every other diet known to mankind (When did diets become the best small talk topic? What fun is it to sit around to enjoy each other's company over food, when everyone shares their own reasons for why the stuff you are eating will give you a slow painful death? Isn't the phrase "No, thank you, I don't care for any right now" much more conducive to friendly chit chat?).

But I digress.

TINSTAAFL.

Oh, yeah, and business lunch leftovers.

Sure, I might resemble a bird of prey, circling while not daring to come too close, but
"Tomato Mozzarella: A vegetarian delight. Plum tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, sweet roasted red peppers, and fresh basil on a ciabatta ficelle drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette"
or
"Chicken Pesto: Tender sliced chicken, fresh arugula, and plum tomato slices with our sweet and spicy house vinaigrette on our soft ciabatta ficelle with pesto mayonnaise"

Mmm. I don't know how to pronounce it all, but it has to be much better than any leftovers I'm likely to have tucked away in the corner of the fridge... and free, too!

Comments

Brian said…
Ciabatta ficelle (which I think is a sea slub from the Malabar Coast), doesn't sound nearly as tasty as Tinstaafl (which I seem to recall is a Dutch breakfast pastry). Bon appetit.
10:22 AM
Avido said…
My mouth is watering...
1:28 PM
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