The Staples of Friendship
Having planned an elegant lunch of salmon, fresh lemon and basil with rice followed by succulent lava cake, it stands to reason that anticipation for a luxurious, relaxing afternoon was high. Alas, Old School Momma was stuck at her preschool this afternoon and my son was home from school complaining about a sore tummy...UGH!
Quickly, the Simplicity Buff and I devised Plan B - make a warm soup that I could feed my family later for dinner. Yes, Plan B in the books and lunch on our minds.
Then the flurry of texts began:
Busy Buddha (BB): My kiddo is home from school. I'll let you know about Monday Lunch.
Simplicity Buff (SB): Poor guy! Hope he's okay. Keep me posted.
BB: I think he will be okay. Would you mind packing up your three year old and coming to my house?
SB: Sure. We'll be out running errands all morning. She should be ready to unwind for the afternoon.
BB: Great! Can you pick up something for dessert?
SB: I'll get something and be on my way.
BB: Stand down on dessert. I found a brownie mix.
I whipped up the brownies, did not have time to make a soup and somehow we ended up with Plan C; lunch in the lowest common denominator. We whipped up quesadillas made from the contents of my fridge and dessert from my pantry. Homemade rotisserie chicken, cheddar cheese, salsa, and wheat tortillas perfectly grilled and served with a very simple guacamole and sour cream for dipping. Add a few grapes and called it lunch! The best part was dessert: a boxed brownie mix baked up and served with vanilla ice cream, chocolate and caramel sauces and topped with whipped cream from a spray can. I'm not saying it was gourmet, but it sure was delicious!
In the end, it's not about the quality of the food we serve or the complexity of the recipe we cook that makes Monday Lunch, or any meal with loved ones, so rich. On this day, it was the ability to enjoy Monday Lunch despite a son in the midst of a miraculous recovery, eager to try every course and show off his saliva laden hockey mouth guard while we ate. And it was the gift of relishing an afternoon of friendship amid the background noise of an excited, energetic three year old who did not have home court advantage.
Despite all the interruptions and my complete lack of time for house cleaning or a shower, it was one of the best lunches ever. Why? Because sometimes we just need to let go of plans, enjoy the moment and squeal with delight like a three year old...who is probably belting out a few choruses of "LET IT GO!"...
Peace and Light,
The Busy Buddha
talk back to the trio
Do you have an easy, go-to meal to share?