Dear reader,
I am writing to you while eating steamed toast! Yes, that's right, toast that is nice and steamed.
It's obviously disgusting but there we are. You see, it's self-service in the canteen now and what do they do? They leave the toast in the same vats that they are supposed to leave sausages and bacon in, you know, to keep them moist so that they don't dry out.
Thing is - it's toast! It's not supposed to sag when you pick it up!!
The vats are floating on boiling water and they have holes in to let the heat up. Thus, soggy steamed toast. It's a small challenge picking them up too. The canteen provides cheap plastic forseps so that you can entice your sweating bread from its warm place of rest, like some kind of difficult birth.
The canteen staff must be watching me now. Are they smirking? I haven't dropped my toast, yet. Ah, what a ritual the canteen run has become.
Then, to top it all off, you get it in a clear plastic bag - perfect for that ultimate steamed fresh taste.
God bless the work canteen.
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