Each morning I am now out the door no later than 5:30 to get my morning walk in on the weekdays, before I start the rest of my morning routine to get out the door daily to commute to work. I wish I could take each of you with me on my walk. Not to experience the cold or the see overcast skies we had this week that prevented seeing a sunrise every day this week. Instead I would want to share with you the the sounds of nature waking up. The sound of a meadowlark announcing the morning. It is something I adore, though had never heard before coming to Montana. This year for the first time we have sandhill cranes nesting in the area. Each morning I hear eerily strange sound of cranes. I hope that this is the first of many years for them to be near by. There are the sounds of the robin family and the bluebirds letting the world know they too are awake. There are more than the sounds of birds I am familiar with. There are many birds waking up and calling that I can not identify their song, but I have become familiar with the sound they make as they wake up. It is an amazing peaceful, but energizing way to start your day.
Working outside the home I have become a maser at the lunch pail. The company where I work has a terrible lunch room. It is in the basement so it is windowless. A windowless room is like not having any break at all to me. When my lunch hour comes I am out the door pronto, rain or shine. I am ready for a break from the office building. I am ready to see what the world is putting forth. Since I make the choice to leave the building I could either go broke attempting to eat good lunches or have terrible health eating crummy lunches. Neither have any appeal to me, so I am working hard at preparing interesting lunches that pack well. My grocery shopping now takes portability in to consideration. I have dug out my oldest Tupperware items to hold my lunchtime treasures, since they really are the perfect size, unlike anything else I have found.
This last week I fixed an old-fashion roast beef sandwich spread from left over beef roast. It was a kind of throwback to two of my grandmas. One of them introduced me to sandwich spread and the other grandma gave me the meat grinder I still use to this day.
For those of you unfamiliar with sandwich spread, you grind left over roast. Then you add chopped onions, celery,hard-boiled eggs, and pickle relish. Lastly you add store-bought mayo. For my modern version I added some red bell pepper and my favorite salt-less seasonings. I put it on bread with lettuce for my lunch, occasionally I add a slice of Muenster cheese for a little variety. For those of you having heart failure about toting something with mayo in my lunch, today’s mayo has enough preservatives in it that with a frozen blue ice it can safely to to lunch in a sandwich. I don’t live in fear on that one.
Each day at noon, I head out to my truck where my lunch box awaits me. Some days I eat at a local park. Some days when it rains and I sit there in my truck with a book and my lunch and read at the local park as the rain runs down the windshield. Many days I go to a friend who has business with big windows and sit in her classroom and eat my lunch and catch up with her and other folks who drop by.
It was hard at first, but now I am getting the hang of this. I am constantly on the look out for new or old ideas that will make for an interesting lunch. I am open to it it all from sandwiches, to salads and everything else in between. Thousands of folks do this daily and now so do I.