I brought my lunch to work Tuesday morning (PB&J and an apple), but then I got a better offer, so I left it in the fridge. (When a friend tells you she has monumental news and can we please talk about it over lunch, you say yes.) Wednesday, lunch was catered (as a thank you to the department for hard work on a software release). My brown bag stayed in the fridge because make-your-own-burrito sounded pretty good (and was). Thursday arrived, and with no better offers at hand, I pulled my packed lunch out of the fridge and went back to my desk.
Did you know bread could go stale in the fridge? It seems kind of obvious, but I’d never considered it before today. Even with lots of strawberry jelly, my poor sandwich had seen better days. I ate it anyway (I was pretty hungry), but it was a pale imitation of the sandwich it could have been. My apple – well, it was a lost cause. 50+ hours in a brown bag in the fridge had turned it into one big bruise. Sad little thing.
When’s dinner? I could eat.