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?
5 thoughts on “The Dilemma of Lunch”
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Clearly, the only real solution here is to marry a man who can cook. Myk is taken. 😉
maybe you could start making lunch the night before? i used to do that in high school sometimes. or i’d just bring leftovers from the previous night’s dinner.
Lacey: Sounds like a fabulous idea.
Sarah: Yeah that is usually what happens. The trick is that I actually have to cook something for dinner…heh.
One robot chef, coming right up…
Clearly the solution is a robot cook who can transform into a pony -and- a castle. Anybody know how to reprogram this Optimus Prime I found lying around?