Sunday, September 7, 2008

We are really, really spoiled

One of our cooks ran a bakery in her previous life, her specialty was as a pastry chef. And while her other food is really good, her baked goods and deserts are a force to be reckoned with.

During the day there's batches of fresh cookies coming out of the oven like clockwork, and her breads are to die for.  People look forward to Indian food nights almost just for the naan.

But dinner is where she pulls out her big guns.

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The theory right now is that her end-of-contract bonus is based on the cumulative weight gain of the station population.

The worst part them is that she's turning out this amazing stuff EVERY SINGLE DAY. These sort of things aren't like a special Saturday thing, they're constant, there's no getting away from them! Every night at dinner, without fail, there's some sort of calorie-laden desert of awesome . . . awesomeness that's full of awesome, slathered with awesome and drizzled with awesome. It's all made from scratch, and it's all free, which is the weirdest thing about it all. If you see these in a bakery, you'll enjoy them but the cost helps keep your consumption in check. But not here. Have as much as you want, whenever you want.

Even with all the working out and running that I've started to do at our well-equipped gym, I've put on a not-insignificant amount of weight. And I blame our cook.