I contemplate my upcoming hour of lunch with trepidation. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my freedom and food. But it seems like it takes more planning than I really want to deal with these days.
Have I become more picky? Sure, I can’t eat the usual fare of burgers/pizza/sandwiches, and so I must find alternatives. The cafeteria at work, bless them, has good breakfasts but often has below-par lunches.
(my ideal lunch)
I used to be more critical of those who eat out on a regular basis. But my exhaustion and hunger when I get home from 9 hours at the office often prevents me from making a full meal from scratch. I have to scramble (haha, get it?) to even get a lunch together for the next day…and forget breakfast at home! Sleep is much more important.
I have sampled most of the restaurants in the 10 minute driving radius around my office. Thai, Mexican, Chinese buffet, the hot dog stand down the street from my house, Japanese, and Greek. I’ve also lived in the same 2 sq mile area for the last 5 years. The lady at the Thai restaurant asks about my family every time I go there, and the guys at the hot dog stand know that I like curly fries with cheese on top…and that I rarely order anything else.
I am organizing my recipes now, though, and am trying to jump back into cooking. I need a personal robot cook. And while I’m at it, can I have a pony and a castle?