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There's this time of day that I've grown to hate.

Lunch.

A few months ago, I was in this same boat and revamped our lunch menu to help us step beyond PB&J. We began to eat things like bean and cheese quesadillas, homemade pizzas, grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. Nothing gourmet, granted. Just a little branching out.

But even that has grown old. If it weren't for the throwing of fits due to low blood sugar, I would just skip lunch altogether.

And I may or may not be speaking of my own low blood sugar. Unfortunately, my family knows the truth. Ahem.

Liam has also gotten bored with lunch. He won't even eat a sandwich of any kind anymore.

At 12:00 this afternoon, I knew we were headed for disaster if I didn't whip up something quickly. I asked Liam, "What do you want for lunch? I have some chicken left from last night, so I can make chicken quesadillas. Or I can make chicken salad sandwiches."

Silence.

Large almond-shaped eyes rolled up to me as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

I have no idea where he learned that eye-rolling business.

"Well, what would you like, Liam?"

"How about chicken and spinach salad?"

"You mean you're asking for a bed of spinach salad covered with rotisserie chicken, blue cheese, craisins, walnuts, and poppy seed dressing," I asked in sheer shock.

"Yes, I like that," my little man replied.

I ran to the kitchen to fill the man's order before he had second thoughts. And I made 4 plates, because I'm no short order cook.

Here's proof:
Please excuse the green hue to these photos. We have a new camera, and I need to sit down to read the manual. But who has time for that?

Yes, that's a gourmet salad served on a Wal Mart special paper plate. We're classy like that.

Those almond eyes? Here they are:
I think lunch might be more enjoyable now that we're branching out. PB&J? Who needs it? We've got spinach and chicken salad.