Can I tell you something? I am really good at making lunch.
But Joy, you ask, I thought you can’t cook?
Well, no. No I can’t. Actually, the other day I failed to hard boil eggs. My lack of cooking experience, minimal common sense, and general clumsiness/spastic moments add up to my hopelessness in the kitchen. But. One thing saves my self-esteem in the area of domestic goddess qualifications. And that is my lunch-making abilities.
Ever since college, when I became the master of the deli bar and made it my simpering slave, I’ve often received compliments on my well-prepared lunches. In college, at Camp Sonshine, on DTS in Australia, and now here at Grimerud. It’s a mystery to me. I’m not sure what I’m doing or why it looks so nice, but I guess I just have a way with taking what’s given and adding just one extra little ingredient that makes it gourmet, or I pour my methodical, disciplined nature into fixing it so that the presentation makes it appetizing. For instance, someone left three mushrooms in a bag in the fridge, the words “Just Take” written in both Norwegian and English in black marker. Many days out of the week we make toasted sandwiches in one of those grills made for like grilled cheese with white bread and Kraft singles. But in addition to our usual (brown) bread, cheese, and salami, I added some sliced mushroom. Voila! Seriously bistro-worthy.
Last week, I bought an avocado at the grocery store and checked on its ripeness every day like a kid doing a science experiment. When it was ready I joyfully sliced it and stacked it with swiss cheese and sliced tomatoes on Wasa crispbread. Simple. Elegant. A foodie’s delicious lunch.
Here’s a picture of one of my balanced and beautiful lunches from the other day…featuring my mushroom and cheese melt:
Okay, so it’s not really beautiful, but what’s not to like about a toasty, savory sandwich, a crisp carrot, a few green olives, and some apple slices with peanut butter?
I think this blog is sufficiently full of self-deprecation, so once in a while I can post about Things I Happen To Be Good At. I may be able to think of something else one of these days…oh, I know! I can do a great imitation of Snoopy crying…and speaking of imitations, I’m really good at imitating Orlando Bloom not saying anything.
Love you guys,