Michael Ruhlman offers his: A frankly problematic looking peanut butter and raw cabbage sandwich. Turns out the secret to gorgeous writing is cruciferous in nature. But that’s not going to work for me. So I turn to you, IFAers. I need a lunch staple. I sort of hate to admit the following, but I’ll tell you. I know you’ll understand, or at least try to: I buy my lunch. $10 for a sandwich I don’t enjoy and could easily outdo at home. Worse, I try not to eat meat during the day, so I’m stuck with the absurd mark-up on poor vegetarian options in DC’s downtown.Why yes, Cosi, I’d love another T.B.M. (Hot tip! Stay away from Cosi’s T.B.M. Au Bon Pain’s Caprese is a far superior sandwich.)
I need change. I’m looking for hope. Leftovers are great when I have them, but since I often don’t, I need some lunchbox ideas. Meatless. The best I’ve come up with so far came from a comment at Ruhlman’s place. Good, whole grain bread. A half avocado. Pickled red onions. Olive oil. Maybe some feta. Maybe some arugula. I’m going to try that. But I need a repertoire. I need options. And I know you, the people of the IFA, will provide. I know you can bring change to my midday meal. I trust you. And with good reason. In the unlikely story that is the IFA, there has never been anything false about hope.