Save me from lunch
What are you eating?
I am in the habit of doing this thing where I “finally figure lunch out” and feel very adult and smug about it until a week or so goes by and I’m plunged back into lunch despair which is where I regularly reside. The last time I did this was on the back of leftovers which got me through three lunches: it was a rice, sweet potato, kale, garlic, and chickpea situation which I spruced up with yogurt and/or cheese depending on my midday mood. But eventually leftovers are gone and the lunchtime longing returns.
Lunch is hard in a way that dinner and breakfast aren’t (for me!) I eat essentially the same exact thing every day for breakfast and I have a regular rotation of enjoyable meals to cook for dinner. I think dinner also feels less fraught because it’s a meal either I or Brett HAVE to make for all five of us, versus lunch, which is my own private affair. Dinner forces itself because if it doesn’t happen, my kids will mutiny. But if lunch doesn’t happen and I end up subsisting on depressing odds and ends, the worst thing that happens is me feeling blah. The stakes simply aren’t as high.
