lunch is all about the tropics, where I wish I could
be, expecially when I'm standing around in a windchill
below zero Fahrenheit waiting for a bus. Here's some
Spam musubi, which is to
Hawaii what hot dogs are to the US, or so my Hawaiian
friends would have me believe. Then I have steamed snow peas
and marinated, stir-fried tofu,
which are not all that tropical, I suppose, but they
bring to mind distant places which are likely to be
less bloody cold than Georgia was this morning. Then
there's some tropic-ish kumquats, strawberries, pink
grapefruit, coconut, and a yates apple.
It's not a luau in my box, but I'll take what I can
get. Or pack.