Fringe benefits

My single favorite thing about the office is the boss-man's habit of bringing in food. Sometimes it's simple fare: pita bread with tangy yogurt, for instance, or pita with various salads. Other days it's much more impressive.

Today was one of those days, with a big pot full of khitha (sp?) spread out among two huge platters and accompanied by a dozen bowls of yogurt (laban). We divided ourselves into groups around the platters and ate hard-core family style--spoons and fingers digging into the shared platters, no bothering with personal plates.

It sounds slightly disgusting by American standards, but it's actually quite lovely. In fact, it rather reminds me of communion.

Or it did...until I sneezed, and my snot was the color of khitha.