Just a couple of chicks clucking in the henhouse, me and A. on the Upper West Side, a Bronx-Brooklyn compromise, hot coffee and eggs, A. had the porridge. What do you think the porridge is like? she asked. Like oatmeal I said. The disdain! But our waiter said it was one of my favorites (likely story) so that’s what A. ordered, supplemented with the rice pudding parfait and a large hot chocolate. Go big or go home.
January 28, 2012
Frittata with salad and bread
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December 14, 2011
Will it take more than a platter of cheese sandwiches to get our library to subscribe to Scopus? Stay tuned!
December 12, 2011
Salad, chicken, pasta, apple cake, and coffee
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I don’t often get to eat lunch with 1300 people at one time! I walked right up to the very front of the room so we could bask into the glow of the giant projector screen and got started on my salad course followed by my chicken course and then apple cake and also then coffee all very rapid like that because as soon as it looked like you might maybe potentially be done eating there went your plate, replaced by a new one. These folks have served lunch to 1300 people at one time before. The milk curdled in V.’s coffee so I used the other milk. V. got a new cup of coffee.
October 22, 2011
I think I can be forgiven for thinking it might never happen again, sitting upright in a public place, eating a salad and reading the arts section, not working, just doing my thing because I want to, the mend is nigh.
September 23, 2011
Turkey sandwich, chips, salad, and a brownie
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The remnants of box lunch dangling off of us, J. took our photo, so back in the day, C. and K. and D., arms around each other, D. says, Let’s pretend we’re back in time. Oh, I don’t know, it’s kind of nice to have a little money, whole hearts, sobriety.
September 11, 2011
Oh Kansas City airport how you try me, your inexplicable terminal closings and your Great American Cheesesteak Factory and your misannounced gates. Your midwestern pace, your midwestern pace! And then forgetting my order? These are little things in a world of big ones, nothing really, I know.
August 16, 2011
I ate in my cloffice with my camping spork, last time I used it I rinsed it off in a lake, careful to avoid the rocks, swirling it around to get the egg off. The view was what passes for mountains on the east coast, these small islands we canoed past that day we ate lunch on the rocks. Today was my whiteboard, important dates circled in red, 8/16, 8/17, 8/23, 9/6, you get the idea. There’s probably a Greek word for this kind of time, relentlessly scheduled, honestly sort of how I like it.
August 1, 2011
B. and I tried to eat at DeKalb Market. We tried. But so far unless you want fried chicken, short ribs, cupcakes, or minidonuts, you are out of luck. So we went and got pizza at Metrotech and brought it back to eat under the giant white tent. B. got a lemonade that cost $4. Then we each got $4 cupcakes. I submit they have misread the market. We’re a pizza kind of working neighborhood. I got the bananas foster cupcake because the guy behind the counter said they were most popular. Teach me to try to be popular. S’mores cupcake, I got my eye on you. I’d say it was my last lunch with B., leaving for greener pastures on Wednesday, but that might make it true.
