For both ec- and gastronomic reasons, Alli and I like to bring a lunch to our day jobs, and for time reasons we often like to make more dinner than we should or could eat and call what’s leftover “lunch.” Well and good, right? But sometimes I feel almost a literal embarrassment at the riches; like, let me set the scene for you:
I’m in day job office kitchen, sitting at day job office kitchen table, eating a lunch of buttery beluga lentils, sautéed Mariquita agretti, and seared duck breast with a red wine sauce. Yum. Enter co-worker, with bag from Subway.
Co-worker: “Oh, what are you having for lunch?”
Co-worker: “…”
That’s often how it goes. This also has caused Alli discomfort—though I do get a kick of how she described being really embarrassed at work one time eating leftover braised oxtails: “It’s boy food!”
Discuss. Or to tide you over:
The bacon they truly crave, a response to PETA from Chef Chris Cosentino
A classic, on beefsteak. (Careful, this one's a PDF)
