Perogies

Nearly every day in the office, at about 12:00, I’m bombarded by a cloud of a home-cooked-meal smell that comes wafting down the hallway. I’ve traced the cloud to its source several times now, and every time I happen upon the same strange phenomenon; the coworker whose office the smell trail ends at will be sitting at his desk, eating from a red Tupperware container. He’ll grin at me when I walk in, and let me know what he’s got for treats that day. When he’s finished, the empty tupperware goes back into a white plastic bag that rests on the shelf behind him. The next day, the Tupperware always re-emerges from the bag, always containing a fresh helping of stew, or mashed potatoes with veggies, or (in today’s case) perogies with onions and sausage…. You get the idea, it all looks and smells really good.
I’ve decided that I’m too old to believe in magic lunch bags anymore, so he must be bringing the refilled tupperware from home. However, the coworker in question is a male accountant who drives a racecar in his spare time, so chances are he’s not the one preparing these meals. When all other possibilities have been eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the solution. Someone else, at or near his home, is preparing the tupperware during his off-work hours. Possibly his wife?
I approached my coworker about this, asking him if it was possible for others to join in on this fantastic arrangement. Specifically, what it would cost me to have him bring in an extra tupperware every day? He responded with: “No problem, just call my wife at home, 555-5555... tell her that you want a lunch made for yourself as well. She loves coking and will be happy to provide.”
I think he was lying to me.
More study is definitely required on the subject.