A few weeks ago the collective minds at GC Marketing decided to have a family style potluck in which all of our cultural heritage was to be represented. This potluck was called World Food Day, and it was a major success.
When I arrived at the office, I was greeted by literally everyone. We were having our weekly meeting, and I was just in time. I took off my jacket and sat in my chair. Heather, the head of the booking department (I call her the Admiral), was going over our weekly business. She went over the regular office affairs–a huge number of events that range from classy wine tastings that are booked around the country, to larger than life events at Nascar Super Speedways and football stadiums– and then asked if there was any other business that needed to be discussed. I couldn’t think of anything, but our newest booker Kristina asked who wanted to heat what up first. This was around the time I noticed that the office was littered with aluminum foil and delicious smelling food (I’m not the most perceptive person, or the most literate, as seen by this post).
I asked what was going on, Heather directed me to our office calendar, where the words, “WORLD FOOD DAY,” were written in large blue marker. “Oh,” I remember thinking, “Why was I not told about this.” Then I remembered that I was told about this, many times in fact, and that I had even asked my roommate to make me something for the event, but had completely forgotten (this is the main reason why I’m in charge of blogging this. This is my punishment and curse.)
The meeting came to a close, and we all grabbed our paper plates and our plastic utensils and began to feast. We all started with Heather’s charcuterie, which was delicious , and the perfect start to what could have possibly been the most diverse food event of all time (sorry Thanksgiving). After that, we moved on to Kristina’s awesome Ziti and Shazia’s Chicken Tandoori Plate. Both were great, but in my honest opinion, they couldn’t touch our CEO’s homemade Austrian Potato Salad. The only word I could use to describe it is “revelatory.”
We took a little break from eating, and we made some calls to some of our many brand ambassadors to make sure that they were “all set and good to go” for the events that they were going to be working on that weekend. The bookers GC pride themselves on service, but also pride themselves on being a group capable of eating more than any other (take that original Pilgrims at Thanksgiving).
We started the second course with a bang. Our “Director of Sales,” Neal, brought in a huge serving of his grandma’s luction kugel, and we spent a good while eating it, but also a good while debating whether or not luction kugel is a side dish or a dessert. The answer we came up with was yes. Then, to finish the meal, we had a good helping of schnitzel and some really well put together hamburger steak that was made by our accountant Sara.
Tired, full of culinary diversity (again, pilgrims, take note), and kugel, we began working again. Things were going smoothly, as they tend to do, until our VP of Operations, Ross, came in with a bowl of what can only be described as chocolate masses. They were Baltimore Berger Cookies, and they were by far the richest thing I have eaten up until then (the next day I ate a stick of butter.) All in all, World Food Day was the greatest thing to ever happen to anyone ever, and if you try to refute that claim you will lose.
When I left GC Marketing that day I left knowing that I had eaten more than any person should legally be allowed to consume on this side of the Mason Dixon.