Well, the items on the far left and right should be fairly obvious to you fellow dieters. That’s right, snack-sized rice cakes (stale!) and a low-fat chocolate cupcake (real cream filling!). But what are those magnificently greasy items in the middle? And why is something that’s spreading a grease stain the size of Texas being paired with diet-food staples?
I’ll tell you why – because instead of being in my cushy office complete with its own microwave and mini-fridge filled with spray butter, I’ve been relegated to front desk duty while our regular receptionist enjoys some time off. I don’t mind answering the phones and actually like getting to look out of a window from time-to-time, but it’s harder to eat at your own convenience. Today was particularly challenging b/c our office manager was indisposed in meetings of all sorts, and wasn’t able to take the afternoon front desk shift. She did, however, bring in leftover Columbian food from her favorite restaurant in Chicago and invited me to help myself. I’m not sure what the restaurant is called – I’ll have to update when I find it out.
It was almost 3 p.m. before I stole away from the front desk and ran upstairs to take a look at what was in the nondescript Styrofoam container chillin’ in the fridge. Hmmm…a bunch of stuff that looked awesome was what I found. I selected the 2 goodies above, threw those in the microwave, and then added the rice cakes and cupcake to balance everything out.
Imagine my delight when I saw that little fried thing had spread grease through 2 paper plates and entire Famous Footwear catalog! Oh, this is going to be good…
Upon tasting, I identified the greasy thing as an empanada. I’ve eaten enough Taco Bell Caramel Apple Empanadas to know my way around one of those. But instead of having delicious artery-clogging caramel and apple filling, this empanada had delicious artery-clogging pork and potato filling. Score! This little guy confirmed my suspicions – that I’ve never met an empanada I didn’t like.
I’m still at a loss as to what that other little yellow thing is. It was some type of delicious bread that will haunt my dreams. It was slightly sweet and very dense and, although I microwaved the crap out of it so I can’t be sure of its true texture, had the consistency of cold saganaki.
Thanks to my office manager for bringing in my delicious lunch! As soon as she gets back from the police station because of the boot on her car her meeting, I’m sure she’ll tell me what that bread is.