’cause I want to…
The boy and I got on the subject of ‘lunch-packing’ the other day (and I always worried we’d run out of things to talk about)…actually it started with family quirks (you know, Saturday bath nights and slicked-back hair and then one discovery show and then off to bed) and progressed to the lunch routine. It was, I must say, fascinating.
As a rule, we made our own lunches in the Sebeck household as soon as we were able to wrestle the fridge door open. Mom was always a teacher at our school, so we had to be up and at ’em pretty early. I’m pretty sure I had a toasted bagel & cream cheese & slice of ham sandwich everyday for 10 years of school. Loved it. We also almost always had a frozen orange CapriSun…half thawed by lunch which made it a slushi. There was no rhyme or reason to the rest of the contents…just don’t forget it on the counter because we lived 30 minutes away and we’re not comin’ back.
My lunch box for years was purple/pink. It was a Lisa Frank lunch box and I loved it. We did not have cool brown paper bags. I wanted cool brown paper bags so badly. We did not have lunch tickets for the hot line. I wanted those blue tickets so badly…oooooooh, to be a hot-lunch kid. In the winter I was the kid with the beige and blue soup thermos- yes, that kid who brought a real spoon from home. (God help you if you left the spoon at school. Sometimes you’d have to break back in to retrieve it with your mom waiting in the car. We weren’t donating any good silverware to school.) I’d have ravioli or soup or chili…mmmmm. Totally uncool- the thermos, but seriously…I know everyone else was jealous. I also went through a dill pickle phase and a kiwi phase. I have no comment.
Sometimes Dad would be in charge of the lunches…those were the days you took your lunch in a white plastic WalMart bag. There’d be a peanut butter sandwich and and Doritos. But not a baggie of Doritos…no. There’d be about an inch of Dorito-crumbs left in the large family-style bag and so he’d just roll the sucker down and throw it in there with the foil-wrapped pickle and the peanut butter sandwich. People could hear you comin’ for miles away with your lunch stuffed into the bottom of yer backpack…crinklin’ like mad with every step…and they’d know…that Dad packed your lunch…and you prolly have Doritos.
And that was lunch in the Sebeck house.
It will be similar in the Sebeck-Mulder house. But I might buy some brown bags…just a couple.
Y’all have a fantastic weekend!
PS: Thank you so much for all the wonderful and encouraging comments and emails about the Shoebox house colors…I am hoping you all like them enough to come stay for awhile!