Today we had "Italian Day" at work since our boss is Italian and she invited some people we work with from downstairs to come have lunch with us. We all had to bring in Italian food. Well what the frick do I know about Italian food so I made these pizza bite things. Ghetto Italian!
That's a picture of Shankar helping himself to panna cotta, or what we affectionately called "Boob Pudding" due to it's shape. It was really tasty.
We played a game where we had to guess things about Italy. I ended up winning and now am proudly displaying my "Italian Day 2008 Guessing Game Winner" certificate. How I won, I'm not sure. The guys were picking on me for my answers.
The biggest news of the day though was:
I ATE TOMATOES AND LIKED IT.
One of the guys from downstairs brought a crusty Italian bread that he rubbed with garlic and then a bowl of mozzarella, basil and tomatoes to put on top for a bruschetta. Honestly the pot was mostly tomatoes and I must of looked a bit woeful as I knew I was going to have to try some so the dude didn't feel bad.
I ate the crap out of it. In fact, I went back for seconds. I explained to him how I dislike tomatoes and that I consider them evil but I really liked his bruschetta (meaning it as a compliment). He was a bit of a smartypantsknowitall and explained that the roma tomatoes he used was why I liked it because of the diddlingdo and the doodlyblah. I didn't listen too hard.
So there you have it. Proof that all tomatoes are not the devil. Just most of them.
3 comments:
I honesty cant believe you even tried the tomatoes. lol
so does this mean that the plane full of Itallians you got stuck on weren't so bad either?
Attaaaack of The Killer Tomatoooes!
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