Yesterday was my offical one-month-marker, sitting at my I-SITE desk, eating I-SITE holiday candy, working on my I-SITE puter’ and eating lunch in the I-SITE kitchen.

Today, when opening my Old City Coffee soup, New Jersey Tomato Soup, I dropped my lid on the ground and and sprayed a bit of soup on the ground and cabinet. Not wanting to be the messy new guy, I immediatly went for a paper towel to make a quick clean and keep my fumble unseen. Alas, no paper towels… and no idea where the back-ups lived. I tore through the kitchen, seaching for anything to clean the soupy mess. And upon opening the very last cabinet… BOO-YA, the only thing better then paper towels:

Hraun Bitar, the Icelandic candy that was thought to have run out two weeks ago. OH the bountiful glory of such discoveries! I was once told by a young Nordic boy with brains that outnumbered his years, that: “This, my friend, is the heart and soul of Icelandic culture.”

I plan to eat these six boxes in my second month as an I-Site employee. I’m told that “the icelandic people actually call it Lava”.