What I Ate For Lunch and Why

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich

Emily — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 17:57:05 +0000

If you toast the bread, the peanut butter gets all melty and warm and perfect, toasted away against today’s persistent gray, used the few minutes to finish washing the breakfast dishes, how in the world do I use so many mugs and glasses, apparently I’m pretty much just always drinking. Just reproducing life over here, and what a life to reproduce.

Chicken sandwich

Emily — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 19:48:25 +0000

I stared and stared at my computer screen and wished that somehow some way a sandwich could make its way into my mouth without me having to move at all. Turned out no, I had to get up from my chair, walk across the street to get cash out of the bank, walk back across the street to the chicken sandwich store, place my chicken sandwich order, wait patiently on the small red bench, pick up my chicken sandwich in a red and white bag, and walk it back across the street to my cloffice to eat indoors, away from the rain.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a yogurt

Emily — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 17:54:25 +0000

Leaned back in my chair, gazed up into the fluorescent light tubes in the ceiling of my cloffice, took a minute between wall-to-wall meetings and classes from 10am to 5pm to down a sandwich and listen to this song, remember when we stood up swaying at Giants stadium to this one, whole place singing that chorus I was dying it was so beautiful, in the family and friends section because somebody L. knows knows somebody who’s married to somebody or something? I totally get why L. moved to Cleveland and support the following of dreams even if they take a person from Brooklyn to Cleveland, but man, I miss those times sometimes.

Pea soup and a buttered roll

Emily — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 21:11:44 +0000

Freeze a dish of soup when I make soup and I can have soup for lunch weeks since I’ve bothered to make soup. Technology! I love you! Thawing was a problem, when isn’t it, burn-your-fingers around the edges with a little green iceberg in the middle, even though this soup had been left to sit in the refrigerator overnight, it wasn’t enough. Stir that ice chunk around, let the soup do some of the work. Of course it isn’t enough lunch, just soup, and now that I’m back in class in the evenings it’s time to re-introduce the buttered roll into my diet anyway. I ate and read about Mitt’s tax returns. Jesus Christ what a terrible world.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a yogurt

Emily — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 20:29:12 +0000

I ate and attended to the calendar. I think it’s almost done. There are things I’m not proud of, classes that end just when others begin, librarians teaching for three hours in a row, more happening at night than I’d prefer. But what can I say, it’s a complicated if mostly boring puzzle, some bleeding edges are to be expected.

Dim sum

Emily — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 21:55:44 +0000

Dumb luck, dumb dumb luck, that’s all that can account for my place at that table, a dim sum palace in the middle of Brooklyn, we had to drive through Borough Park to find it, O. across from me face down in a bowl of rice, S. declining most things and channeling me a little bit to be honest, K. and K. talking and talking, clattering metal carts giving off steam, why not give these soft green dumplings another try? Why not?

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an apple

Emily — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 19:59:27 +0000

Cat’s snoozing away, I’m eating a sandwich, Intervention’s on television, 25 years addicted to PCP? That’s some terrible news.

Grilled cheese sandwich

Emily — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 20:38:14 +0000

Enjoy your lunch she said as she slid a $10 sandwich in front of me. And I did, enjoyed it as much as I could, pickled onions gotta be worth at least four dollars, in an enjoying mood.

Pasta with sausage and peas

Emily — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 23:13:25 +0000

By the time I got back to my cloffice with my reheated dish of last night’s supper I was in high-rant mode, eyes rolling, reeling really. I mean, really. Seriously? Are you serious with this? You can’t be serious. Seriously? Really seriously? Good thing I don’t have a clofficemate.

Chicken sandwich and vegetable fries

Emily — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 19:32:01 +0000

So I rediscovered this album, turned it up, slid into my new down jacket the color of the sky (lagoon is the technical term), bounced to the bank for cash for a haircut (absurdity going on back there it is just ridiculous and unacceptable and without dignity and requiring barrettes), stood in the bagel store for a few minutes contemplating a turkey sandwich on a bagel, decided to pursue fried food instead, went next door, was recognized by the woman behind the counter but I found it unconvincing (I might just look like all the other blonde people in glasses), ordered my lunch, waited, listened to this song that came on the radio, loved that song, bounced back to campus and ate in my cloffice while reading and annotating the review letters for the meeting later. That is what happened.