To my incredulous colleague (you know who you are!) who indignantly demanded to know what sort of lunch I could have brought from home that would possibly cause me to—unthinkably—reject their offer of an ambrosial luncheon over Taco Bell “food” at the Silo, here is my pictorial answer, as promised:

I’m not sure why you dared me to put it up on the Internet, but there you go. I aim to please! Now go enjoy your chupavergas or double order of putitos or whatever it is over there you seem to like so much and for the love of God, let me eat my lunch IN PEACE.