The aroma of fresh baked banana bread wafts through the doors of our SAP social sabbatical common rooms in Bangkok.
, 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.
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.