I’ve never been a huge fan of lunch. I can easily rotate through three or four quick dishes for breakfast and I take a certain delight in planning delicious dinners, but lunch is just that inconvenient-meal-in-the-middle-of-the-day. When I was in grade school I generally brought a lunch from home, but I made things complicated by refusing to eat sandwiches. My poor mother nearly went crazy trying to come up with ideas of what she could pack that I might actually eat. In college I often counted a granola bar on the go as lunch and only once I was pregnant with Cooper did I actually make lunch a priority. Now that I’m a mom, lunch seems to sneak up on me every day. Things are going just fine, I’m getting things done, and then someone has a hunger meltdown. If there aren’t any leftovers in the fridge, I run through the rolodex of ideas in my head. Apparently, that rolodex is pretty empty because nine times out of ten we eat nachos. (It doesn’t help that we buy Costco sized portions of tortilla chips, salsa, and cheddar cheese.)
Today, lunch snuck up on me again. I’d even spent my entire morning thinking about food. Planning dinner and baking bread and muffins for an upcoming baby shower. I had an entire counter full of baked goods, but not a single idea about what to eat. There weren’t any leftovers from dinner and the stash of nacho ingredients needs to be replenished. Noel had baked a loaf of sandwich bread last night slating it for PB&Js (He knows of my struggles with lunch.), but my sandwich stigma lingers and I just couldn’t talk myself into it. So we nibbled on muffins and snarfed some blue cheese garlic dip. Maybe some day I’ll get out of my pathetic lunch rut, but at least dinner is going to be amazing!