The Future’s So Bright
This morning I rose early, see, to do what all before work. And what all included making my lunch because, Senor S, though I am not s’posed to be embarrassed by my lunch. I have been. The shame has come in drips, consistent, like a water torture. Your recent lunches have been so elegant, so worthy of a Tanglewood concert, that I am humbled into dust.
Today’s lunch is not so very haute, but it’s better than a taco from the joint around the corner:
Salad (a mixture of spinach and romaine lettuce) mixed with pieces of smoked blue fish (I confess, I did not smoke it myself), pistachio nuts, cucumber (have I ever told you that this one of my favorite foods?), green grapes.
Two string cheeses (not everything can be artisanal)
“Sliced” mango and the word is in quotations because I don’t really know how to cut up mango and so it looks a little sloppy but it’ll taste out of this world, sweet and juicy.
And while I’m at it, I just want to say that for breakfast I toasted a piece of whole grain bread, spread some very ripe avocado on it, added a slice of red tomato and a little salt. Delish.
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