Working in an office is just like the Marine Corps in some respects: chow.
I remember in the Marines that while in the field every Marine had a fork, spoon, or spork (usually the NCO’s or SNCO’s who had some time in the field carried nicer ‘sporks’) sticking out of the breast pocket on the left… there was a gap sewn in for a pen in our cammies at that spot. And that spot was re-purposed for a spoon, etc.
Always ready to cram down any vittles that came our way.
And so I am reminded of this now, every day, when using the mini Crock Pot that came with a larger Crock Pot that Cynthia bought. I use it literally every day at work. And what I do is dump any remaining food I can scrounge out of the refrigerator from the day before. I get to work and dump it in this little crock pot and turn it on. By 12 PM it’s too hot to touch. Delicious. Doesn’t matter what it is as long as it’s hot!