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Nov. 1st, 2025 07:53 amYesterday, at work, I managed to get myself into a spot of bother.
In order to promote the personnel policy, hospital management have been handing out these chocolate confectionaries (P tærter, containing white nougat and peanuts, covered in chocolate) with stickers on them to go and read said policy. (Which, incidentally, is exactly the sort of inconcrete high-flying nonsense that you would expect) I happen to know, because I've checked previously due to Husband being vegetarian, that these contain gelatine.
And so at lunch a coworker sat down across the table from me and put her chocolate next to her plate no doubt to have as a little dessert. Said coworker is muslim. I couldn't not tell her when I knew it had gelatine in it, because I didn't know how strict she is about it.
Flist, she was so disappointed. It had never occurred to her that chocolate might not be safe for her to eat and she loves those. At first she tried to argue that it didn't say that it was gelatine from swine, but failed to convince herself that it was okay, and in the end she couldn't bring herself to eat it. Instead she gave it to me, which made me feel like I had tricked her out of her chocolate, so I couldn't bring myself to eat it either, and ended up giving it to a third person with the complete story of why it was a bit tainted.
I absolutely think it was the best thing to tell her about it, especially since it obviously did matter to her, but the guilt was still real.
When Husband does the grocery shopping for next week, I have asked him to buy me a Snickers bar. Those are definitely safe and it's a relatively similar confectionary, so I will give her that on Monday instead. A little plaster on the wound.
Can't imagine what purpose the gelatine could possibly have in there, though.
In order to promote the personnel policy, hospital management have been handing out these chocolate confectionaries (P tærter, containing white nougat and peanuts, covered in chocolate) with stickers on them to go and read said policy. (Which, incidentally, is exactly the sort of inconcrete high-flying nonsense that you would expect) I happen to know, because I've checked previously due to Husband being vegetarian, that these contain gelatine.
And so at lunch a coworker sat down across the table from me and put her chocolate next to her plate no doubt to have as a little dessert. Said coworker is muslim. I couldn't not tell her when I knew it had gelatine in it, because I didn't know how strict she is about it.
Flist, she was so disappointed. It had never occurred to her that chocolate might not be safe for her to eat and she loves those. At first she tried to argue that it didn't say that it was gelatine from swine, but failed to convince herself that it was okay, and in the end she couldn't bring herself to eat it. Instead she gave it to me, which made me feel like I had tricked her out of her chocolate, so I couldn't bring myself to eat it either, and ended up giving it to a third person with the complete story of why it was a bit tainted.
I absolutely think it was the best thing to tell her about it, especially since it obviously did matter to her, but the guilt was still real.
When Husband does the grocery shopping for next week, I have asked him to buy me a Snickers bar. Those are definitely safe and it's a relatively similar confectionary, so I will give her that on Monday instead. A little plaster on the wound.
Can't imagine what purpose the gelatine could possibly have in there, though.
