Since my job means I work at the funniest hours, it also means I eat at the funniest hours. Sometimes I don't get the chance to make and take my own lunch, for example when I have been staying in a hotel for a few days or when I've run out of bread at home. If I haven't been able to make my own lunch, I have several options: go to a restaurant and have a small lunch (not always possible), don't eat (no option), go to a supermarket/petrol station and get a sandwich or get a packed lunch.
Packed lunches come in all shapes and sizes. The worst one ever looked as if they had just given me their home-made lunch (not the drinks and yoghurt): two slices of bread with jam (jelly), squashed together and stuck in aluminium foil! The best ones are usually two or three rolls (brown and white) with cheese, ham or another cold meat, a piece of fruit, a small drink, a bar of chocolate.
This was the packed lunch I got last Sunday (Open day for the 90th anniversary of KLM). The bread tasted fantastic, the desert is not in the photo anymore, it was too yummy and an orangy drink. Oh, and a small raisin bun. Well, for me it was nowhere near enough, but that was all I got!
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