That there brown stuff is barbecue. The southern type that is pulled pork with sauce (mustard-based, I think it was). It looks like baby poop but tastes ok. And those aren’t eggs. That’s baked macaroni.
The company brought in donuts and catered lunch today so my plate is more like a brunch.
My greatest meal ever was on September 11, 2001, believe it or not, my 40th birthday. My wife made rack of lamb on the grill, spinach and O’brien Potatoes with a fantastic cheesecake for dessert.
When I was in high school we took a bus trip to Appalachia to help poor people build homes. We stopped in Cincinnati at around midnight at a White Castle. I was starved and ate eight sliders and some fries. Most memorable meal ever for me. Of course, it would not taste as good to me these days. Besides, I would order the doubleburgers and lighten up and have only four of those babies.