Lunch Fail.

I had leftovers from last week in the fridge. I heated up my artichoke pizza only to discover that a meal I was only luke-warm on the first time around was kind of gross the second time several days later. I threw it out and opened the fridge again.

The second alternative, a rather boring "let's just throw a few veggies on bread and add mayo and cheese so that we have a vegetarian option" sandwich, didn't hold any more promise, especially when I noticed the once-green, now-brown avocado. Ick.

That went into the trash too.

I opened the other fridge. They had lasagna on Sunday evening, and there was supposedly a lot left. A lot has dwindled to ONE PIECE. One sad, lonely piece of lasagna that looked at me with its tomatoey self and said "I am meat, I am cheese, and I am little else."

I told Luke there was one piece left (which he ran for) and grabbed my car keys.

I'm going to chalk this up to the fact that I've only actually LIVED on the island two and a half weeks, but I don't think I had realized how incredibly LOOOOOOONG the seawall is. My office is at one end of it. McAllister's Deli, which I decided that I wanted food from, is apparently on the other end. Which I would know if I had any sense of distance whatsoever.

I didn't make it. I pulled off to get Mediterranean instead. And then drove back to my office, suddenly realizing just how far I'd traveled in my high-maintenance quest for food. The food was good, but it was far. For reals.

Overall lunchtime fail.


Much love from Texas,

CtotheAtotheRtotheOtotheJo!