chipperYesterday, my boss sprang for a lovely going-away luncheon in my honor. She consulted with me ahead of time and asked what sort of cuisine I would like her to procure. She guessed Indian and she was right. I did, however, make this request: “Please don’t call a regular caterer and ask them to prepare an Indian menu,” I told her, “because that is invariably a disaster. If you’re going to order Indian, please order it from an Indian restaurant.”
I don’t usually get so bossy with my boss, but I think I had a bit of leeway in this instance. As a devotee of Indian cuisine herself, she agreed with my suggestion. She even asked me to suggest a few specific entrees, which I did – gotta love that sag paneer!
The dessert was a nice surprise. It came not from the caterer but from a consortium of four coworkers, each of whom brought in a separate dessert they had baked themselves. Nice!
My day is scheduled to end on a sharply contrasting note: CC has insisted on treating me to a movie tonight. For this purpose, she has selected Hotel for Dogs from the current roster of cinematic offerings. So that’s how it’s going to be, I guess – the moment I leave here, I’m going to the dogs.
