Today at work, we got a cool special delivery from one of the local restaurants in town. I guess they were looking to drum up business or something, because they were handing out boxes of cookies and advertising how their restaurant was the perfect place to hold business lunches and stuff like that. It's an Italian place called Buca di Beppo. I've never actually been there before, but I hear it's pretty good.
Anyway, I was excited that they gave us cookies because I never pass up something like that. A couple other people got to the cookies before I did and I asked if they were any good. This one girl told me they were alright but they had a strange flavor. That didn't deter me and I grabbed one out of the box and started eating it. She was right. It did have a weird flavor. And upon further examination (as I kept eating it, even if I didn't like it) I noticed it had some sort of green spices on it. Like oregano!
It was baked into the chocolate chips. Yuck. I picked that off, thinking it was just a fluke thing. But another bite of the cookie, and I noticed it had some sort of black specks on it too. And white stuff that I originally assumed was sugar, but it turned out to be salt! And the black stuff was pepper. The cookies were baked with salt and pepper and Italian spices.
I couldn't stop laughing when I realized this. Especially because other people ate the cookies and didn't inspect them as thoroughly as I did. And no one could figure out what the hell happened to them. Is a salty spicy oregano blend the secret ingredient to Buca di Beppo cookies?? Or was this an accident? Did Guido the cook accidentally knock over the Italian spice blend into the cookie dough, and just cook it up anyway?
I really wasn't sure. But all I can say is that it was disgusting. This was worse than my burnt cat fur cookies. Well, maybe not worse. But just as bad. Only my cookies weren't professional and passed out to businesses as advertising!
We ended up just throwing the rest of the cookies away. But then this guy walked into the break room and asked where the cookies went. We told him about the spices and the grossness and that we'd thrown them out. But he dug the box out of the trash and said he was eating one anyway.
I work with some very strange people. I couldn't tell which was worse. That he'd eat cookies out of a trash can, or that he wanted to eat these nasty ass cookies at all. It's not as if he's homeless and hasn't eaten in a year. If he really wants cookies, I'll buy him some fucking cookies. But he said they weren't that bad if you just ate them real fast and didn't notice the green flakes and pepper. That's a desperate man.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day. Which tells you how exciting my day actually was....



