Good things

Cafeteria has pieces of fried flour tortilla at the salad bar today. I take some for me, Buddy gets some too.

After lunch, as he's closing up his styrofoam container (ooh, our company is Green alright, sigh), I notice there are five or so pieces still inside.

"You're not going to eat those?" I ask, my hand already moving across the table towards the container while making an involuntary grasping motion.

He silently re-opens the container, and I make sure they don't go to waste.

"Fried Carbs," I say. "Dude, what could be better, I'm asking you."

We take a few steps, and I pop the last one in my mouth and begin considering whether to wipe the remaining oil on my pants or what.

It hits me. "Fried Carbs with Sugar."

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

{grins}