Top tier: cucumber, cream cheese and spinach sandwich [cut up]
Bottom tier: jicama and carrot sticks, cucumber flowers.
Not pictured: two graham crackers in the lid and a bottle of water.
Comments: I took this in with me today when I went into one of the high schools that I’ve worked with on MUN for the last 2 years (I’m so proud of these particular kiddos — I helped them get off the ground from scratch almost two years ago, and since then they’ve shown incredible initiative and enthusiasm. This year they have actually created a Model UN intersession class and are teaching themselves and practicing weekly in preparation for their next conference! Today they asked me to observe their class and give them feedback on their speaking [of course I was more than happy to say yes!], and in a few weeks I will probably return to chair the”exposition” type committee session that they’ll be holding as their final project. I think part of it has to do with their school’s teaching style, which is very innovative and hands-on — this is a charter school with a relatively high low-income population, and yet the kids are SO much more full of energy, initiative, trust for one another, and a burning desire to learn than their peers at the much-richer public schools that I’ve worked with). Back to the lunch, though. It was rather low on the protein (though quite high on the vegetables). I ate at almost noon and even though I felt very full afterwards, I was starving by the time I got home at around four. Next time, if I’m going to bring a side of veggie sticks, I should bring a heftier sandwich. Meat would be good, except my dining hall only has sandwich meats on weekends, so I could only feasibly do meat sandwiches on a Monday (I wouldn’t trust the meat to keep in my fridge more than one day after Sunday brunch). In the future I might settle for eggs. Or I’ll cut up some chicken breast and bring it with onigiri (I made and froze a few the other day). Eating the lunch itself was rather a letdown, too, as one of the kids’ moms brought in pizza for them, and here I was eating my unintentionally(!) vegetarian lunch (I’m not vegetarian by a long shot – I just couldn’t find any meat that would keep in the dining hall the other day) while they chowed down on sausage and onion pizza…I felt a bit like I was eating rabbit food. Sigh. Oh well. Several of the girls are into Japanese pop culture, and one of them went into brief raptures over my box (though she didn’t quite know what to call it, hehe…she called it a “box thingie” or something of the sort). Another of them was amused by the cucumber flowers (thank you, L for your Christmas gift of nesting food cutters!). So I guess it looked interesting enough. It’s funny, though, I don’t like people making a fuss over my lunch. It makes me self-conscious. Cute, pretty, and yummy food is a private pleasure for me. It’s sort of a protective gesture, I suppose. As in, I’m so protective of my enjoyment of food that I’ve prepared specifically for me that while I’m actually eating I prefer to keep the pleasure of it to myself.