Yesterday I lunched. Granted, I worked, too, but then I lunched after which I shopped.
This day of lunch and leisure ignited a long repressed memory. I was once an actual lunch lady. As a former teacher in a smallish school, I endured lunch duty every other week. A lunch lady is remarkably different from a lady who lunches.
Let’s compare and contrast, shall we?
A lady who lunches chooses a special restaurant in a cute town center. Lunch is an event.
A lunch lady has no choice–the deafening cafeteria is her only option. Lunch is an ordeal.
A lady who lunches dines with friends at a sunshine soaked table for four.
A lunch lady does not dine. She hovers over 80 small children, opening juice boxes and fielding tattle tales while the dim flourescent lights vibrate overhead.
A lady who lunches enjoys flavorful and healthy soups, sandwiches and salads crafted from local, organic ingredients.
A lunch lady enjoys nothing. She gulps down half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with one hand while the other hand breaks up a trading war started by a coveted bag of Pokemon fruit snacks.
A lady who lunches sips leisurely on white wine poured as needed by an attentive server.
A lunch lady is dehydrated from too much caffeine and lack of time to refill her water bottle.
A lady who lunches talks of dinner parties, shopping, reality TV, Whole Foods and interior design.
A lunch lady yells over the roar of children talking with food in their mouths. She yells about the pros and cons of eating one’s sandwich before one’s Oreos, the benefits of waiting one’s turn at the vending machine, and the significance of not sticking straws up one’s nose.
A lady who lunches shares a decadent chocolate dessert with a fellow lady who lunches.
A lunch lady shares germs with 80 children coughing their way through Lunchables and Capri Suns.
If you are a lady who lunches or would like to take your favorite lunch lady out for a quiet meal, go to Twelves Grill and Cafe in West Grove, Pennsylvania–the perfect spot for anyone that likes to eat lunch.
Aah! I am a “lunch lady” by your definition. But when I am done with Capri Suns and Lunchable assistance, I sit down with my child and her friends to eat my locally-grown veggie lunch. “You EAT that stuff?” they say with a wince, particularly at the kale and beet greens that I gorilla-roll into a green burrito before chowing down. I always ask back, “Don’t you?” T
Then we begin a 20-min long conversation about all things nature and food-healthy, ’cause if lunch lady doesn’t do it, they may never learn.
PS — I love lady lunches! It’s an excuse for me to doll up and freak out my friends (who rarely see me without glasses, hair back or braided, in jeans or a tennis skirt, or with dirt under my nails. I scrub up good, or so my husband tells me. Now…off to mulch!
PPS — I sooo want a recipe for that butternut squash soup!! I might have to wing something like that on my own. Combination of cinnamon croutons and granny apples, yum, OH.
The soup was DIVINE. I thought the apples would be weird, but no, they were not. DI.VINE.
I used to eat a container of grape tomatoes at lunch. Kids thought that was REALLY weird. I told them they tasted like candy. Which they do.
So I don’t know what it is, but I’m thinking I prefer what’s behind Door Number 1, here. Yes. Yes, I’ll be a lady who lunches, please. Although I’ll trade you this bag of Pokeman fruit snacks for your Capri Sun.
The food looks amaaazing. And that first picture with the storm clouds? Incredible!
Thanks, Jules!
I always preferred EctoCooler to Capri Sun, so I’ll gladly take your fruit snacks. Are they local?
Could I entice you with a visit and a trip to this lunch spot? It’s bring your own bottle so we could bring three bottles of champagne.
Rache! I just bought Julie and Julia for $5! So now it’s official. We must plan our next get together. Did someone say champagne?
I’m ready to plan! Can we also watch Clueless and The Cutting Edge. Did you know there’s a Cutting Edge 2? (That was a stupid question, right?)
I am so jealous of this get together. Clueless AND Cutting Edge (toe pick!) AND champagne? Ok, seriously . . . I’m not that far from either of you. When is this get together happening. Because I just seriously invited myself! π
I’ll bring booze.
Where do you live?
Maryland.
I would def rather be a lady who lunches…or…I mean a man who lunches…with ladies:)
Aren’t you lunching with a lady right now??
A lovely lunch spot. Love the menu, too, especially the soup. Don’t suppose our Rachel will be concocting her own recipe for a butternut squash and apple soup, will she? (hint hint)
I DO have a butternut squash soup recipe but never thought to put apple in it! I plan to share the soup recipe soon, because it’s a good one. It has sage croutons, but I like these cinnamon croutons even better. YUM!
The molten lava cake at the end there is making me cry.
I can imagine how traumatic it was to be on lunch duty at a school. I recently ate lunch with my daughter’s entire kindergarten class and about ten minutes in, I was ready to lose it. I spent most of my time stabbing everyone’s capri suns with that puny straw. I don’t think I ate one bite of food.
It was the most stressful part of my teaching career, which is why my career lasted only two years. Just the smell of juice boxes and sandwiches sends me into a panic.
That cake was flourless and so gooey and delicious. I’m sure you could give it a kick-ass name. π
I can relate. I worked in special ed at an elementary school for a few years before I had kids. I give props to all the teachers out there, it is one of the most challenging jobs.
Someone the other day was saying people are always complaining that mail carriers and teachers get paid too much. I heartily disagree! They get paid too little for a job that’s all encompassing. I couldn’t leave work at work when I was a teacher. A class of first graders take up so much of one’s brain space, even when school’s over. I respect teachers so much, mostly because I couldn’t hack it.
I actually got to do the lady who lunches thing TWICE last week and it was glorious! However, I am on a diet, so no molten chocolate ice cream kissed by a rose cake for me. π¦ But the talking and laughing and such was totally worth the lack of dessert and sad salads I consumed.
Those Capri Suns make me homicidal. Not a good combo when you are around screaming children.
You need to eat dessert when you are a lady who lunches!! Those are the RULES!