STAY TUNED FOR LUNCH

I have been tasked with arranging food for the office tomorrow. Obviously we're living dangerously.
So far we've had pizza (twice), panini (twice), turkey sandwiches (once), and mixed deli sandwiches (once).
Desperate individuals have patronized the taco truck.
Well, only one person.
A brave soul.

Hayward is the world's epicenter of Taco trucks.
There's one on every street corner.
Ground zero.

My coworkers NEED to embrace the taco gestalt.
At least, I think they do. But they hesitate.

The person who organizes lunch has a serious and important responsibility, as most of my colleagues are timid eaters.
Tact and consideration are required.
No simmered elephant trunk in moambé sauce. No tiger-pizzle in coconut broth with lemon grass, ginger, and green cardamom. No skewered sago grubs covered in chili paste and minced scallion. Cilantro optional.
Some people don't like cilantro.


And absolutely NO mutanjan, muzaffar, haleem, nahari, dhansak, shab deg, prawn patia, or delicious greasy biriani!


Many taste buds here are delicate little virgins, easily scared.


Nothing with jalapenos!


There's a sacramental quality to shared food.


Nothing with jalapenos!


A meal eaten with other people is a powerful bonding experience, just like the Iron John phenomenon or a drum circle.
It's meaningful.


Nothing with jalapenos!


I think tomorrow I'll bring in wonderbread, a jar of peanut butter and a jar of grape jelly.




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