[For three weeks, Josh & Katy blogsit]Lately every pre-work morning has ended the same. I push back my breakfast dishes, pull the paper in front of me and read everything that isn’t about sports or Iraq. At five past eight I look up at the clock, say, “Damn! I should have left five minutes ago!” and proceed to finish the Jumble. Another couple pass before I jump up, swear again, and begin to hurriedly pack my lunch.Growing up, lunchtime at school was a time of good nutrition and extreme envy of the kids who didn’t have to have it. Every day was a little duel fought out of paper bags:Me: Carrot sticks!You: Doritos!Me: Apple juice box!You: (Sticking the straw rebelliously into the bottom) Capri-sun!Me: Leftover tofu and broccoli!You: Salami sandwich with no lettuce!Me: A Nature Valley granola bar which goes down like a mouthful of sand!You: A chocolate chip granola bar in a flashy, name brand wrapper … and a chocolate pie … and a pack of Oreos!For the most part trading was out of the question. My bargaining power was known throughout the school as shockingly low. Yet, occasionally, on rare instances, I did it. I would find myself with one of those little cracker-n-cheese spread combo packs with a little red spready tool while my neighbor ate my lasagna. Yeah, well it seemed like a good deal at the time.Of course, I now prefer the leftover bag lunch to the packaged one. The enemy now, however, is time. Today I was happy to take the leftover homemade pizza and a peach. Time kept me from adding enough to it to make it a full meal. Damn time.Oh well. Pizza and I skipped the break room and took a nice, albeit sweaty, walk to the park.
Peach came along too.
–josh
It is really amazing and look Yummy. Must be try at home or at least similar to this can enjoy…







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2 responses to “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag Lunch [by Josh]”
Oohh I remember those cheese n’ crackers with the red stick. The red stick rocks. That peach looks especially tasty. Do you have your own orchard?
That’s cute . . . and a true story! Thanks (or maybe no thanks) for bringing up painful childhood lunchtime memories (I didn’t have enough change for milk).