I don’t mind cold leftovers. In fact, in many cases, I prefer my leftovers cold. Pizza, chinese, buffalo wings. I’ve been known to eat many if not most of my leftovers cold. So today, when my leftovers are an amazing penne pasta with shrimp, mushrooms, plum tomatoes, parmesan and feta … why is it that I can’t think of anything other than heating it up and enjoying a steaming, luscious tupperware full of sin?
Too bad I’m at the damn office. And microwaved seafood is the ultimate workplace no-no. I know this because I myself have sat festering in my chair, smelling someone’s reheated fish, wondering to myself how someone could be so inconsiderate. So I guess I’ll walk the walk today, and eat my leftovers cold.
But what about if I walked around the office, offering everyone a bite? Or posted a sign in the kitchen saying, “Sorry, but my leftovers were to die for and you would have done the same thing!” I probably shouldn’t. But it’s tempting.
I can’t wait until lunchtime.
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