I’m W.M. Akers, and I have a blog. Its titular subject is “lunch,” something I define loosely. If you peruse my archives, you will find entries on subjects as varied as snacks, drinks, and sleeping habits. But Lunch is the center of every day, and anyone who has ever eaten a Boston cream donut knows that the center is the best part. No matter what I may cover here, I assure you—it branches off from lunch as the spokes of a wheel.
Because of this, most of my posts are tagged lunch. Click on any tag in a WordPress blog, and you will be taken to a list of articles in the WordPress hive that are marked the same. Click on lunch, and you will be taken to a list of articles which are mostly written by me. Since WordPress is the most dominant blog-host, and blogs are the foremost repository of the world’s knowledge, I believe this makes me one of the world’s foremost experts on lunch. I don’t run a particle accelerator, but I’d like to think this is something I know a lot about.
And how do I feel about lunch? By and large, it is something I favor. Even when it disappoints me, I direct my ire at the fare in particular, and not the meal in general. My philosophy of dining is best outlined in an entry from August 3, 2009, which has the not-quite-sensible title “Hunger Is the Best Farce,” and is about, fittingly, sandwiches:
It led me to consider that in my own sandwich-guzzling way, I am myself striving for perfection. Not every one can be a masterpiece, since I don’t always have time or lettuce, but when my fridge is stocked I always try to outdo my last effort. The difference between the Sistine Chapel and a roast beef sandwich is that Michelangelo was working with a bit of imagination. In sandwichery—as in most areas of my life—I am not an artist but, at best, an assembler who works with a set list of ingredients.
I like lunch because it offers more variety than breakfast, and is not as prone to pretension as its evening cousin. It’s almost always eaten alone, meaning that the society of the meal is not between friends, but between you, your appetite and your plate. You can make lunch at home, or eat out. Eat leftovers, or just snack until it’s five o’clock and time to open the bottle. (Although this blog is also not opposed to daydrinking.) You can do whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean your stomach will be pleased.
