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clevermanka) wrote2008-12-15 11:30 am
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Oh, that's right--I do have a job
Our first application deadline is December 31. The rest of this month I'll be spending most of my time doing what I'm supposed to be doing here. You know, that thing they pay me for.
But before I go do my job:
The department party was last night. The company was great, but oh man the caterer? Amazingly bad. There were no good vegetarian options--just a bland vegetable tray (the fruit tray had sliced oranges with the rind still on, and canned pineapple), the presentation was awful (little globs of tuna salad on what were obviously Keebler crackers, then sprinkled with paprika to make them festive--or something), and they put out cheap store bought cookies in the little plastic trays they came in. Oh, oh! And next to the cheap store cookies? Mounds of naked maraschino cherries. Yes. Seriously.
Oh My God.
This morning, someone told me she saw the caterer making herself and her young son (for whom they apparently could not find a sitter?) a plate of food. What? Um, not that anybody's eating it, lady, but we didn't pay for you to cater this event so you could eat your own food.
It was just so bad.
It was made worse by the fact that in the past we've had absolutely amazing caterers, and the department faculty and staff descend on the food tables like freakin' locusts. Nobody was paying much attention to the food last night, except for kind of picking at it. Or in my case, looking on in horror--and people, I am not a picky eater.
Today there is gob-ton of leftovers sitting in the mailroom for people to nosh on. The stuff's been sitting out there for an hour and nothing has been touched. It's so sad that the department spent a lot of money on this caterer on the advice of a faculty member. We paid $800 for the food, and we got...this.
Some of the food, you guys--I don't even know what it is. I cannot identify the contents or the end result. We're not even sure if this one item is a cheese log or an unbaked bread...thing. And nobody really cares enough to cut into it to find out. Update: Somebody sliced into it and it's a cheese log. A tan colored cheese log.
Today I got ten new applications. I wonder if any of them are caterers.
But before I go do my job:
The department party was last night. The company was great, but oh man the caterer? Amazingly bad. There were no good vegetarian options--just a bland vegetable tray (the fruit tray had sliced oranges with the rind still on, and canned pineapple), the presentation was awful (little globs of tuna salad on what were obviously Keebler crackers, then sprinkled with paprika to make them festive--or something), and they put out cheap store bought cookies in the little plastic trays they came in. Oh, oh! And next to the cheap store cookies? Mounds of naked maraschino cherries. Yes. Seriously.
Oh My God.
This morning, someone told me she saw the caterer making herself and her young son (for whom they apparently could not find a sitter?) a plate of food. What? Um, not that anybody's eating it, lady, but we didn't pay for you to cater this event so you could eat your own food.
It was just so bad.
It was made worse by the fact that in the past we've had absolutely amazing caterers, and the department faculty and staff descend on the food tables like freakin' locusts. Nobody was paying much attention to the food last night, except for kind of picking at it. Or in my case, looking on in horror--and people, I am not a picky eater.
Today there is gob-ton of leftovers sitting in the mailroom for people to nosh on. The stuff's been sitting out there for an hour and nothing has been touched. It's so sad that the department spent a lot of money on this caterer on the advice of a faculty member. We paid $800 for the food, and we got...this.
Some of the food, you guys--I don't even know what it is. I cannot identify the contents or the end result. We're not even sure if this one item is a cheese log or an unbaked bread...thing. And nobody really cares enough to cut into it to find out. Update: Somebody sliced into it and it's a cheese log. A tan colored cheese log.
Today I got ten new applications. I wonder if any of them are caterers.

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Nothing ruins a good time like a basis of comparison.
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Also, out of curiosity, what is a food that you enjoy that you wouldn't admit to under most circumstances?
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1 can of Cheez-Whiz
1 drop Brown Food Coloring
1 Package Crushed Pecans, rancid
Combine Cheez-Whiz and and food coloring in bowl. Leave outside overnight to dry out. Shape into turd-form and roll in pecans. Serve to hapless academics.
what is a food that you enjoy that you wouldn't admit to under most circumstances
I have no shame when it comes to eating foods that most people might snub. Ro-tel dip made with Velveeta probably tops the list. Goddamn that stuff is tasty. I always mix it with browned ground beef (or venison burger). Mmmm-Mmmm! I also like chicken gizzards, especially the ones from the rotisserie chickens from the grocery store.
In a past life, I would occasionally binge on Dolly Madison Powdered Sugar Gem Donuts, but the wheat allergy nixed that.
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My past life (pre-dia-fucking-betes) snack habits were as varied and disgusting as you can probably imagine. I have to invent all new ones now, but while ditto-ing the gizzards and rotel with meat, I would eats me tons and tons of bull nuts, sliced thin and breaded and fried.
Goddamn delicious.
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It really was bad. I had high expectations, especially after the buildup. And having the promise of sushi revoked made the whole thing that much worse.
If this is what catering has come to, I absolutely vote for a potluck.
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We did manage to find a local caterer (for other events) who has managed to keep prices reasonable. He mixes pre-packaged with his own receipies and they are pretty good. Don't know if he comes to your neck of the woods but if you get desperate, drop me a line.
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*shudder*
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I could have done better for much cheaper.
MUCH.
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MUCH.
No doubt. I'll keep that in mind for next year, if we have the money.
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THAT is the worst holiday catering story I've heard. WTF, marachino cherries? Poor you!
Our temp claims to be a fabulous caterer, and she even has a plethora of those cute snack platters that she presents it all on. Her specialty is Cajun, which makes that easy to get stuff in for the veggie-noshers too.
If I get a chance to try her out, I'd definitely let you know.
.. and *sob* my friend Megan would have given her eye teeth for a chance to make that kind of money before the holidays. She did our reception at the Lyon and our office party.
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Alas.
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