My day started off with a less than stellar breakfast of pizza cracker sticks, two granola bars and a pear, which is still sitting in front of me.

The kids had pancakes and milk. In their lunches is a sandwich – BORING – cheese and apple slices, crackers and a banana.

My lunch is, as of yet, unknown.

However, after reading my blog before it goes live my boss has been really enthusiastic. In fact the other day I noted BC actually eating a snack of carrots and drinking a yop.

And then THIS happens.

Instant drool.

Not only does he make the extra effort to walk this plate of utter decadence to my desk, he peels back the cover and says the magic word.

Pumpkin.

He grins, he chuckles, he taunts. And what do I do?

What do I do faced with this crumbly, melted, high-caloric plate of mouth-watering temptation?

I shoot a photo of it, cover it and walk away.

Now will the rest of you buggers in the newsroom please eat it before I lose all control.

PLEASE!