Lunch. I just like the sounds of it. Let's stop mid-day and have a bite. Lunch can be satisfying, or quite disappointing. My earliest packed lunch memories are of going to Day Camp at Calumet Park in Chicago. Mom would pack me a bologna sandwich, wrapped in waxed paper. A can of pop would be wrapped in foil. Did it really keep it cold? There was ALWAYS Twinkies, Ding Dongs or Ho Hos. Come to think of it, I don't remember a day going by in my childhood without SOME Hostess product. I always felt loved when I opened my lunch at Day Camp. For a brief moment, I was home. I was loved. I was safe.
In grammar school I was one of the fortunate kids that got to walk home everyday for lunch. I was always greeted with a nice grilled cheese sandwich and bowl of soup...and yes, you guessed it...a Twinkie. Sometimes mom would have a new pencil or something special there for us too.
Today I pack my own lunches. I still feel the same way when I open it. I feel home. I feel a connection to the things that I love. I know people that eat nothing but fast food all the time. They are missing out on something special.
Do you have any lunch memories?