A freelancer's lunch

A freelancer's lunch

If eating lunch at your desk is an act of submission, then for the non-office portion of the working population—freelancers and folks working from home—there’s a similarly depressing equivalent: the boring meal you choose to eat at your desk in your very own living room (or on the couch, or, ahem, in bed).
 
Once, I, too, was an office dweller faced with the harsh reality of a boss staring me down while I hurriedly shoveled an underwhelming sandwich into my mouth. But I also relished in a good lunchtime getaway: prosciutto and mozzarella sandwiches or pad see ew or the curried cauliflower salad from Amy’s Bread, a place chosen with ulterior motives—mainly so I could grab a chocolate sourdough twist at the checkout.
 
But then I turned to the freelance life, and now 90 percent of my meals are eaten at this great little neighborhood joint called . . . my kitchen. If you’ve never worked from home, prepare to get well-acquainted with Parkinson’s Law, which basically states that work expands to fill the time available for its completion...

Read more at my latest piece — my first for Tasting Table! — at How to Fight Back Against the Sad Desk Lunch.

Breadsticks

Breadsticks

Anything you can do...

Anything you can do...