Things you never knew about your *P.I.C.:
Today I found out that Nancy went to Italy about 5 years ago and had an amazing time there. I think she’s due to go on another trip soon. Don’t you?
Here’s what we had for lunch. Sorry to disappoint those of you who were hoping for another masterpiece/pdf of mine.
Nancy's Korean beef with potatoes & corn on the cob.
OMG! The beef and potatoes were amazing. The beef is from Trader Joe’s.
Her demolished corn on the cob. "It's like eating baby teef (the kernels) with my big teef"
Cecy's famous pastagna with spicy sausage leftover from Easter dinner & strawberries.
Here is Izzy's bento box I'm "borrowing" for my lunches. It's called portion control people. PORTION. CONTROL.
This bento box is pretty cheesy for a grown ass woman like me, but does it look like I care. What you think? No, not really. This little contraption is 5×3 and holds a ton of food. My lunch is like the size of a kids’ meal or a small appetizer. A co-worker of mine bet someone that it was mine. Of course, he was right.
DESSERT – was provided by Carol, a fellow foodie. THANKS SO MUCH!!! The Beard Papas really hit the spot.
1/2 vanilla, 1/2 chocolate cream puffs from Beard Papas
L to R: Carol w/ a chocolate cream puff & Petra w/ a vanilla cream puff
Ohhhhhh, yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Nancy is too beautiful to show her face. Hey, there's the chocolate cream puff right there.
I had way too much fun when dessert arrived. I’m like a little kid in a candy store when people surprise me with food or dessert. I think we all were. Actually, I think Petra was kinda busy in her office dealing with “work” (tee hee. She really was though) that right when I called her all I said was “Petra, can you please come to my cube?” She thought I was serious. Hahahah! We just stood around the box of Beard Papas ooohing and ahhhing and then we dug in like hungry wolves. Out of nowhere, Carol drips her chocolate cream on my carpet. I guess that’ll be a reminder of the good ole days. Although, now it’s looking very much like a spot of grease on the carpet.
Food for thought:
“I don’t eat the spam straight out of the can! It’s like having no class.” (This is all while Nancy’s eating her corn right off the cob and talking.)
What’s in your spam in a can lunchbox?
*partner in crime – watch “Role Models”
