Every time I am in my office, or so it seems, things pour in. How is it my colleagues seem to take picnics from the upstairs cafeteria (which I love) to their offices and happily (I assume) consume them? The other day, with a sumptuous carrot cake, full of nuts and delicious moisture, having "borrowed" a fork to plunge into it, in came someone impassioned about manifestos, so of course, when anyone is impassioned about anything, you have to give them -- you WANT to give them -- your full attention. I couldn't continue my solitary delight. I put it behind some papers, sort of hoping its deliciousness would penetrate some of the dryness of them. No such luck. Farewell, carrot cake, with your gorgeous icing.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
I didn't even have time to eat my carrot cake...
Posted by Mary Ann Caws at 11:10 AM
Labels: carrot cake, manifestos
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