I can't take the credit for this one. One of my co-workers, Greg, ordered something like this when we were out for lunch one day, and I ordered one too.

It's a pretty simple construction, and I've made a couple of slight changes to the original wrap due to the materials available and the calorie content. Anyway, it starts with a whole wheat and cheddar wrap shell. I put a bit of horseradish dijon mustard on the shell, then laid a single piece of green leaf lettuce on top. For meat, today I used turkey and ham, but I'd consider all turkey like yesterday's. I'm not a ham fan.

On top, fresh sliced and halved tomatos, and - the key to the project - fresh sliced jalapenos. The whole wrap is pretty spicy, depending on what kind of mustard you use, but the jalapenos take it up the notch that make the wrap special.

You know I don't usually write "what I had for lunch" posts, so you know that this is something special. When my life is filled with endless Hot Pockets (I just bought two weeks worth last night, ugh), something fresh and springlike like this is extraordinary to me.

I can't wait until our garden ripens to use some of those home-grown veggies in this fantastic wrap recipe.

Abby's in second grade this year. On the refrigerator we have her school lunch schedule posted, in a December-festive black toner on red paper.

The lunch menu is in the form of a calendar, with each day's lunch options listed in the date blocks. There is always a choice of different food options that would satisfy any 2nd-grader.

For a while, Abby was eating nothing but hot dogs. They usually have multiple choices for main entrees, and she never wanted to eat what she calls "first choice". Instead, she'd just choose the hot dog.

The way school lunches work now is more interesting than when I was in elementary school. The school seems interested in making sure that each kid gets a balanced diet. They combine this desire with some technology to make it happen.

We put money in an account for Abby to pay for lunch. At the same time, we set some basic preferences about how that money can be spent; whether she can buy ice cream in addition to lunch. She goes to the cafeteria and gives the cashier her account number, and they verify that her order is in compliance with school rules and account settings. It's sort of "big brother", but at least we don't have to worry about her not getting the right food at lunch.

Prices have changed a bit since I was in school. Almost double. But still, a whole lunch for $2 is pretty darn cheap. If you could do that at a restaurant, even if just for the kids, that would be great.

I took Nana and Riley out to lunch today, something I'm thinking of making a regular Thursday outing. Today we went to Cheeburger Cheeburger (note the surprising lack of "s") in Frazer, and had some yummy burgers. Nana said she hasn't had such a good burger in years, and I learned that she likes mayonnaise and fried onions on her burgers.

After we sat, a group of ladies came in and sat at the table behind me. I don't know if it was just one of them, or the whole group, but the terribly overpowering odor of baby powder slammed into my nostrils. It was so powerful, I nearly gagged and I could occasionally (depending on wind shift) barely taste my food.

I'm not sure what it is that possesses some people to odorify themselves like this. I mean, you might do this if you absolutely had to cover some other less attractive odor, but by all means, take care of that problem before slathering yourself with some other more powerful odor. I really don't see how that helps the problem, and I can only imagine what I wasn't smelling underneath all of the overlying stink.

Outside the restaurant, too, there was a lady who was walking between offices. She smelled so strongly of perfume, I caught her scent when she was 5 feet away. This is outdoors, for pity's sake!

Is there a polite way to say, "You stink"? Nana suggested that we switch tables. It really was that bad. But there wasn't anywhere to left to sit because the restaurant was busy. I should bring nose plugs with me when I go out.