J always comes home for lunch, since it´s his job to pick up the kids from nursery. It´s a proper meal. I lay the table and we sit down, even if we only have twenty minutes to eat it. And even though I often cook it in fifteen, it´s still good stuff. The good old pressure cooker is a big help, as is the freezer, and yesterday´s leftovers. What can I say? I come from a culture of big lunches and small dinners, and it feels more civilized to sit down to black bean soup, at a table, than to snatch a sandwich at your desk. So there. I wish you all a very good lunch.