Trash at work = jealous coworkers.
I had a can of our dear old friend Chef Boyardee's mini ravioli for lunch at work today. But having poured it onto the paper plate to heat it up, it looked so... bland. So I scrounged around the kitchenette and added:
- a packet of Papa John's special seasoning I found in the silverware drawer;
- a packed of Papa John's red pepper flakes I found in the sugar bowl (I'm not kidding);
- a buttload of Texas Pete, which I keep in my desk for, well, everything.
Microwaved and nommed. My poor coworker was like, OMG that smells AMAZING, is it homemade? Yeah, it was pretty funny.
Dear Chef Boyardee, thank goodess indeed for you. And Papa John's, apparently,
