Yesterday was Snack Day at work. Not a national holiday or anything, just something to build a bit of camaraderie while gorging ourselves on cookies and cake. In this particular instance, Snack Day was our way to send off a well-liked workmate leaving to take some time off. As is customary with any food sharing experience, out came the crock pots, fancy toothpicks, and Pyrex serving bowls filled to the brim with…snacks…of sorts. I myself wouldn’t necessarily call chicken or meatballs or Watergate Salad snacks, but apparently some folks do. That’s cool. Since I’m more of a traditionalist when it comes to snacking, I actually brought snacks for Snack Day. Nibbly bits that didn’t need refrigeration, cooking, or utensils. Homemade trail mix fit the bill perfectly. I even heard a few contented grunts while people munched on my medley of dried fruit and nuts. Of course I had to give a good-natured chuckle to the fellow who commented that the mix looked way too healthy and passed on it in favor of a Twinkie. To each her own, but to me snacks are neither a meal nor sugary lard entrapped in chemical enriched sponge cake.
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