It all comes to the table.
Every Thursday, someone in my group at work brings in treats.
It usually errs on an assortment of breakfast items,
but, we have a sprinkled blend of individuals here,
and so we are often "treated" to original recipes
in a sort of treats-of-the-world.
It's always a delight to be reminded how food-
something so routine to our everyday life-
has the power to string people together.
It creates a sort of invisible bond among colleagues,
it turns co-workers into companions.
Every Thursday, someone in my group at work brings in treats.
It usually errs on an assortment of breakfast items,
but, we have a sprinkled blend of individuals here,
and so we are often "treated" to original recipes
in a sort of treats-of-the-world.
It's always a delight to be reminded how food-
something so routine to our everyday life-
has the power to string people together.
It creates a sort of invisible bond among colleagues,
it turns co-workers into companions.
It's the majestic quality of a glistening boiled bagel,
the tempting warmth of just-risen cardamom pumpkin bread,
and the crisp tartness of a mango-black bean salsa on buttery corn tortillas.
We all eat. We all share. This common groud.
We all eat. We all share. This common groud.
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