Today at work we had brunch. It was planned but not for any particular reason or holiday. Someone decided a potluck would be fun and the rest of us jumped on the food wagon. Because mornings were less hectic for everyone overall, the potluck turned into a brunch. I work on the bottom floor of a building that has three floors. Some call it the basement; I prefer the term garden floor. There are just a few departments located on my level, so there weren’t a lot of people involved in getting the brunch together. Someone put a sign up sheet on the wall of the break room, and we all wrote down what we thought we’d bring.
It was heaven. I love breakfast foods. Breakfast is one of my favorite meals out, although, strangely, I rarely go out for breakfast. I’m lucky if I get a real breakfast eaten during the week. Usually, I throw a yogurt cup into my bag on the way out the door and eat it at my desk when I get to work. Today, though, was all the breakfast one could imagine. Someone brought a whole spiraled, baked ham. Someone else brought a pan of bacon. We had two different egg casseroles, cheesy potatoes, a fruit bowl with fruit dip, bagels and at least 3 different kinds of breads and muffins. I brought waffle batter and my Mickey Mouse waffle iron and cooked waffles to order while another lady made pancakes on her griddle. The entire floor smelled like a restaurant. I felt a little bad for the poor folks who were simply wandering through, uninvited.
While the food was delicious and lasted through lunchtime, it was really the camaraderie that was the best part. The fact that I work with a great group of people, willing to throw together something like our feast today, just for the sake of doing it, is pretty cool. Of course, this wasn’t our first food-centered shindig, and I’m sure it won’t be our last. It’s fantastic to be able to go to work every day in an environment like I have. For the most part, everyone gets along. People share. People are involved. That’s important. I’m thankful to be reminded of that today.