Tales of 1508 Sathorn…
<p>The aroma of fresh baked banana bread wafts through the doors of our SAP social sabbatical common rooms in Bangkok. </p>
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<p>, the baking maestro, whips out a perfectly risen loaf in a matter of minutes, every few days. No ripened banana in our vicinity can escape this fate.</p>
<p>As the team saunters into long, late evening team meeting debriefs with Pom, our local coordinator, these breads feed our hungry, tired, stuck-in-traffic-for-hours-after-a-long-day-at-work bellies. Sometimes, if you wish for it hard, bananas ripen faster, in a hurry to make it into these bakes. Maybe one day, those german chocolates in the fridge will take on a new fate as chocolate chips, to sweeten the deal. But until that point, I will obediently eat what is served, in fear of angering the hand that feeds.</p>
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