A Lunch I Love
There's this thing we do when we're at my parents' house--somewhere between the hours of 11:30 and 3:00, people gather around the island in the kitchen and take food out of the fridge. It's not always planned and sometimes you have to get a little creative, but there's always enough food to go around and it's always delicious.
There are leftovers from dinner. Some Paleo version of chicken Marsala or meatballs or a breakfast casserole from the day before. Huge salads topped with sliced turkey, tomatoes, avocado, and homemade vinaigrette we shake up right there in a mason jar. There are often salami or proscuitto sandwiches on toasty gluten-free bread that go under the broiler before being loaded with mayo, mustard, peperoncini, and lettuce. And there's always a pot of tea.
My mom flies around toasting and cutting and plating, while my dad comes over from the computer and my brother comes up from his room downstairs and whichever friends are over wash tomatoes and help themselves to Diet Cokes from the fridge--everyone is always so welcome at our house and it's the best. Sometimes we don't even sit--just all stand around eating and talking until we're full. There are always little moments that strike me as precious whenever I'm home, and this is one of them.
Lately, Rob and I have been talking about the possibility of moving back to the East coast. Nothing is definite and details haven't even begun to be ironed out, but to be able to get in the car and drive to have lunch with my family and friends is such a wonderful thought after almost a year of being so far away.
This post is in response to the following prompt: "Write about a lunch you loved." (From Old Friend from Far Away, page 209). If you've written a response of your own, please share it below in the comments!
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