Occasionally, Auguste whips up Monday evening’s dinner and posts on Facebook about it, for no readily apparent reason. However, I never trust him with lunchtime treats – there isn’t time in a regulation hour-long lunch break for his diva-like perfection.
This was my packed lunch the other day – homemade bread* with homemade cheese** and a homemade muffin***. With a bit of time****, I could’ve made the lunchbox they were in (probably out of an old pallet and string).
I have to confess to feeling just a bit smug as I sat at my desk, filling in the online Guardian crossword and eating all this homemade yumminess. If I closed my eyes, I was almost at home and not in a place where 1982 ‘phones to ask for its office back.
* From me and our bread machine thingy
** From thesnailofhappiness and her birthday present
*** From thesnailofhappiness and her cake-skill
**** A lot of time.