Anyone who has seen Office Space instantly relates to the dialogue including "Corporate Accounts Nina Speaking, Just a moment" (and repeat)... Being in a cubical farm is survivable, even with repetitively monotonous phrases. This challenge for me, however, is to listen to the conversations at the bake sale.
The office set up a charity bake sale that's been going on since 9:30am or so. 53 feet from my desk, patrons approach to discuss how delicious the triple-fudge cupcakes were, or "how much is this cheesecake?!" I can not only picture the food -- I can taste it in my brain.
So my wife and I are about a week into the "wheat free" lifestyle experiment for roughly 30 days. It's hard to say if I will wake up on Monday 10/10/11 and instantly stuff my face with cupcakes, chicken nuggets, fried cheese, and macaroni noodles... all the good stuff I am already starting to miss.
But how can I sit here and not contribute to the research into that... awful... disease; whatever the cause may be? I feel as if I owe it to myself to contribute by purchasing something. The money goes to CHARITY, after all. I just don't know which charity.
Buckeye balls. They're essentially peanut butter, margarine, powered sugar, solidified oil (shortening), and chocolate. With a smile on my face and chocolate on my lips, I'm proud to have helped the poor children plagued with... a disease. Yes, a disease to which I contributed to help eradicate.
It IS possible to eat wheat-free. It just takes a bit of planning. I'm thinking that maybe I need to contribute a little more to that... cause...