Buffet and book weekend

It was an idea that had been banded about our various offices for months, often cast aside as 'silly' or 'ridiculous' but last weekend it became a reality. We brought together two things held dear to our hearts, our book and the humble Buffet ( must be pronounced 'buff-et'). The thinking is brain bendingly simple, our brains needed some 'time alone to be creative' yet we couldn't leave our poor little stomachs unattended. The Buffet was the answer. Taken from observations at Christmas and various birthdays and funerals we'd deducted that the science of the well craved Buffet allowed not only for a varied and interesting array of day-to-night time nourishment but also almost eliminated unwanted kitchen time during length of time that could stretch to a weekend. So we toddled off to Asda and gorged on 'brain food' in the shape of crisps and dips, little sandwiches cut into triangles, scotch eggs, chip sticks, quiche (oh yes, were posh) and cheese and pickled onions on sticks. Actually we forgot the sticks so Lisa cleverly substituted them with dry spaghetti, its little acts of genius like that that make me glad shes my creative partner. Did we get much work done? yes, after much fussing over sandwich fillings and plate arrangements. Success.