To be honest I’ve never really been a huge cheerleader for lunch. During the standard 9-5 it’s a welcome punctuation of the half way mark of the day, but if I don’t have that particular time construct that demands food breaks, I tend to ignore the humble midway meal. When it comes to dining out I would always choose a dinner. Lunch lacks the casual heartiness of breakfast, interrupts the flow of the day and is missing the sparkle of the evening. It feels more sumptuous being wrapped in a cloak of night and sipping cocktails in the moonlight.
Something happened recently though – I matured. Although there’s a high flexibilty/fluidity to that fact, apparently numbers don’t lie and suspicions arose around my claim that I’m still 24 (for 3 years now). Unsurprisingly, not many things changed; my bed time got earlier, I invested in health insurance and rapidly developed a collection of candles and tea. But the biggest change? My appreciation of a long lunch crystallised. A long lunch was all but a whispered event fable to me, until one day, I found myself wearing heels, during the day and sitting down to an exquisite meal, at lunch time. After 4 glasses of Rose at a time that was only just past the socially acceptable time to start drinking (unless festival prepping) it’s no wonder that I fell steadily in love with this sophisticated creature of maturity; the long lunch.
Here’s what I’ve learnt so far about how to navigate the long lunch artfully and elegantly;
With long lunchin’ love,