Today, we had a family lunch. David and I ate some leftover Vietnamese food, which we ordered the other day after a very long and exhausting day. When we get food from that place, we always have enough leftovers for one or two more meals. Maggie requested, in this order, apples, celery, biscuits (which she “helped” me make) and then some of the Vietnamese curry from my plate. Beckett ate bits of sauteed mushrooms and zucchini with feta cheese, and then had a biscuit, and finally tried a little of the Vietnamese curry from my plate.
Meals are so integrally important to shaping who we are and who we become. We do not yet have “family” dinners, because the kids go to bed quite early. But David and I do our best to make sure that at least one meal a day is one that we eat together as a family. (Usually, that meal is breakfast, but you get what you get, right?)
But as we were sitting at lunch today, I started thinking about how much my lunches have changed over the course of my life to this point.
In Bird by Bird, Anne Lammott describes a moment in her writing class where she instructs a student who is panicking to write about school lunches. (No, really, if you have not read this book and you are a writer, you should go and read this book. Right now.) Describe the lunch. Describe the setting. Pay some attention to detail. Some of this you might pick up and continue to write about later.
I know we all have stories from our school days about lunch. So the assignment this week is borrowed from Anne Lammott. Write a piece about school lunches. Write your own memory about a school lunch. Write a short story that includes a school lunch. Write an ode to your lunchbox. Just write something.
As usual, write a piece and post the link in the comments section here. Please share the project with anyone who might be interested.