Do you eat odd things for lunch? Since retiring, and when I am home, my lunches are not much to talk about. I usually eat the school lunch on the two days I am doing my chaplain duties. Then there are those days I go out to lunch with friends and eat a restaurant meal.
Yesterday Terry and I drove through the blooming orchards to a small town that has this famous place for lunch, The Orange Works. It’s in an old orange packing shed, and it has a very limited menu. A few sandwiches and salads (all very good), and the most amazing orange ice cream any where. Yesterday they also served cinnamon ice cream.
The place is open from 11 to 4 and it is constantly packed. People from all walks of life show up for the lunch special–sandwich, potato chips (no choice, just potato chips), orange iced tea, and ice cream, all for the price of $9. And sort of like Seinfield’s soup Nazi, you get little in the way of discussion. Order, pay, step aside for the next person. They always get your order right and they always know what kind of ice cream you want when you come back after the sandwich to pick up dessert. That’s because there are only two choices each day, one always being orange that they make on-site.
So, what to have for lunch today? I have been cooking an egg for one of the cats each day (that’s a whole ‘nother story), but I’ve not eaten a fried egg in over a year, maybe two years. It’s not something I really care for. Usually. Today, though, an egg fried in butter, on sourdough toast, sounded very good. Terry isn’t here today, and since he makes his own lunch each day any way, I decided this would be my lunch. Tomorrow I will be at school and will have a more normal lunch. A chicken leg!