Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have coworkers that I sincerely like. Most people get along with their 9-to-5 buddies just fine, but I spend my workdays surrounded by people I'd actually choose to hang out with. And, even better, most of them are just as enamored of food as I am. Every Monday, film archivist Hannah and I give each other The Food Report, a rundown of everything memorable we consumed over the weekend. We all swap recipes and links to food blogs, descend en masse upon the vegetarian buffet at Flowers, and even poll the room for suggestions on what to have for lunch or whip up for a dinner party. 
The only thing better than having awesome coworkers who love to talk about food is discovering that all of them can actually cook, too. When Hannah came up with the idea for a potluck to thank all of our coworkers for ruining their poor eyes matching negatives to contact prints, cleaning film until they nearly keeled over from the fumes, and just generally slaving away on our various projects, we had no clue what delightful dishes awaited us. 
The King and Queen of the Grill fixed up grilled summer veggies, flank steak, and sockeye salmon from the mini-mart fishmongers. We piled our plates high with slices of vegetarian quiche, dollops of cold rice salad with olives and artichoke hearts (a hit even with the younger members of our party), and gobs of corn-avocado-black-bean salad (my first willing corn consumption in years).
The devilled eggs were gobbled up before I had a chance to take a picture. And then there were the desserts -- lemon yogurt cake with real whipped cream, blueberry cobbler, homemade brownies, fruit-and-yogurt parfait, and my own cheating contribution, an assortment of Top Pot doughnuts.We stuffed ourselves until we couldn't eat another bite, and then we left Hannah with the leftovers. The next day, she turned them into a dinner party, and, true to form, came in on Monday and told us all about it.
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