As a defiant response to Sad Desk Lunches, the Food52 team works to keep our midday meals both interesting and pretty -- even if they're eaten while our eyes are on the screen. Each week, we'll be sharing our happiest desk lunches -- and we want to see yours, too.
This is the story of the time Brette fed me lunch.
Around here, we like to have communal salad-like lunches, ones where everyone chops, dices, and throws something into a big bowl. We dress it, stand around for a brief minute talking about important things, and then we eat. (At Food52, salads are our water cooler.)
But here's the thing about communal lunches: sometimes people -- people who are very on top of their lives and practice responsible grocery shopping -- end up bringing the majority of the produce. And then the rest of us, the ones who may or may not have reluctantly scraped a sad can of white beans into their bags on the way to work that morning, make a mental note to step up their games the next time.
This was one of those days. Brette had made a riff off of this salad for dinner the night before, so she brought in the leftovers and to it, added avocado and market tomatoes. I brought nothing, and she fed me anyway.
To distract myself from my own guilt, I put the salad on a pretty Provisions plate, and then I took seconds. I'd make up for it the next day, after all.
Love this plate? As soon as our new shop, Provisions, opens you'll be able to take one home for your own lunch!
I have a thing for most foods topped with a fried egg, a strange disdain for overly soupy tomato sauce, and I can never make it home without ripping off the end of a newly-bought baguette. I like spoons very much.