Que Hacer De Lonche Para Mi Esposo
Okay, let's talk about the eternal question: ¿Qué hacer de lonche para mi esposo? (What to pack for my husband's lunch?). It's a daily battle, isn't it?
Every morning, I stare into the fridge. Hoping inspiration will strike. It rarely does.
The Sandwich Saga
The sandwich. The dependable, reliable, sometimes-despised sandwich. Ham and cheese? Turkey and swiss? Been there, done that. He says he likes it. I think he's lying.
Mustard or mayo? This is where the real marital arguments begin. One day I put both and he look at me like I murdered his pet.
And the bread! White, wheat, rye, sourdough... the options are endless. Yet somehow, it always ends up being the same old boring sandwich. He deserves better. Or does he?
Beyond the Bread
Let's get creative! Maybe a salad? He says no to salad. He said salad it's rabbit food, and my husband is not a rabbit.
Leftovers! Yes! Problem solved! Until he tells me he ate pizza last night. So no pizza leftover to bring to work today.
Then, the age-old question arises: Does he really *need* a gourmet lunch? My unpopular opinion? Probably not.
The Snack Attack
Don't forget the snacks! Chips, cookies, fruit... These are key to a happy husband. And a quiet afternoon at work, hopefully.
I sneak in a little something healthy, like an apple or a banana. It usually comes back untouched.
The real win? A small bag of his favorite candy. Brownie points for me!
The "I'm Too Tired" Lonche
Sometimes, you just have to embrace the easy way out. A pre-packaged lunchable? Don't judge me. Even *Super Wives* have their limits.
A simple cheese stick and some crackers? Fine. As long as he doesn't complain. He has to understand my limit, too.
He always eat whatever I give him. At least he says so. Maybe he has a secret stash of snacks at work? Hmmm...
The Ultimate Lonche Solution (Maybe?)
My grand plan? To get him to pack his own lunch. Unpopular opinion part two: He's a grown man. He can handle a sandwich.
I tried leaving out ingredients and hinting subtly. It didn't work. He just looked confused.
Maybe I need a more direct approach. A printed menu? A lunch-packing schedule? The possibilities are endless. Or maybe I'll just pack him another ham and cheese.
Seriously, though, what *do* you pack for your husband's lunch? Share your secrets! I'm desperate.
In the meantime, I'll be over here, staring into the fridge, battling the lonche blues. Wish me luck!
May your lunches be filled with deliciousness (and minimal complaints!). And may your husbands appreciate your efforts. Or at least pretend to.
Because honestly, ¿Qué hacer de lonche para mi esposo? is a question with no easy answer.
