Some days I would open my lunchbox and find a cheese sandwich with mayonaisse. A modern day salmonella nightmare. Yum. Some days my mom would fill a thermos with chicken noodle soup. It would be luke warm by the time lunch rolled around. So comforting and yummy on a cold rainy day. Even at just luke warm.
My husband remembers receiving love notes on napkins from his mother in his lunchbox. Awww, how sweet.
My love of the lunchbox grew over time though I soon traded it in for the ultra-cool paper sack or the stay-cool technology lunch cooler in which the Capri Sun would stay refreshingly refrigerated.
At some point I actually became a collector of lunchboxes. I had Sesame Street ones, Star Wars ones, Barn shaped ones, work lunchboxes like the one now pictured on my blog which I especially like because it reminds me of my Dad’s lunchbox that he used to take to work every day…. I had a good little collection going on. Soon it took over my kitchen though and I decided to say goodbye to the collection so as not to let it eat me for lunch.
I decided that this blog is very much like those lunchboxes that I would take to school. When you come here every day you pretty much never know what you are going to get. You could very well end up with the literary equivalent of a warm bologna sandwich though I hope those ocassions are rare. Some days you could end up with the school-lunchbox-opening-thrill of finding that your mom had skipped the PB&J altogether and instead, given you…. leftover pizza and a cupcake! Mmmmm!!
I hope my little blog is a nice surprise for you (it usually is for me) no matter what is inside on any given day.