Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Lunch on June 9 - Middle East meets Far East

Lunch tomorrow is a little unusual.  I'm not sure I would like the flavor combinations but Juju doesn't really seem to mind if things don't exactly "go" together provided she likes both things separately.  This mentality spills over into her fashion sense too.  Since she's comfortable mixing so many colors and prints that she likes I've taken her lead and mixed a few dishes as well.


Tomorrow's lunch includes sushi, celery, carrots and hummus, and a side of cantaloupe.  It just hit me that this may not be the most filling lunch.  Perhaps I'll throw in a fabric snack bag filled with edamame.  The dog-pick is for color and unintentionally matches the pink silverware set.  The matchey-ness of the two proves there are no accidents.

My friend Amy brought over some delicious cookies this evening (she claims they are made with whole wheat flour but they taste just as good as regular cookies so I don't believe her).  I want to send one to school with Juju but alas I am afraid it will be confiscated.  Juju asked for peanut butter today when I handed her a celery stick but I was afraid to pack it in tomorrow's lunch (hence the hummus substitute).  I don't recall being told we can't send peanut products to school but these days I'm pretty sure they are a no-no anywhere.  When did packing a lunch get so hard?  There are so many rules to remember!

1 comment:

  1. We need such rules! My 4-year-old is deathly allergic to to tree nuts and it gives me such a sense of security that they are not allowed at school. In Jerusalem, they fed James "Bamba" (basically a peanut-based pork rind) at school, despite my telling everyone there that he was allergic to nuts. When I arrived to pick him up at school, he looked like the elephant man and was crying uncontrollably because he was covered in hives. I injected him with an epi-pen right there in the parking lot and then screamed at the teacher, "But you know he is allergic to nuts, how could you give him that?" The Israeli teacher shrugged and said calmly, "Well, he never stopped breathing."

    I love America and I particularly love all of our food-based neuroses.

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