The smell wafted throughout the office, making stomachs growl all around. It was the alluring odor of food being prepared and cooked by expert hands. Each week, either on Wednesdays or Thursdays, these smells premeate the office. You can hear the sounds of the meal being prepared. The chopping, pans being filled, the popping as the grease becomes hot, and in the midst of the noise, the tantalizing smells of the weekly feast that lunch becomes.
Usually I pass on these feasts because they consist of the meat from the deer my bosses have shot during the last hunting season. However, today I succumbed to the temptation. I, who affectionately call my bosses "deer murderers", ate deer meat!! And it was delicious and more than likely will partake again.
Now, if they would only catch some wahoo the next time they go fishing off the Chandeluer Islands. For those who have never experienced wahoo, I pity you. It has caused me to stop eating fish such as lemon jack, bluefin tuna, grouper, and even my favored white trout, for the heavenly taste of waho cannot be equaled.
Plus, all the hunting and fishing gets them out of the office. Yippee!!